“Last Time I Walk There At Night”


possibly the last

golf ball found* from overnight

ruined my walk home

 

*(The question obtains: did I find the golf ball half-buried in the sandy-yet-grassy field through the act of stepping on it wearing thin-soled sandals, or did the golf ball find – and thus punish – me for the temerity of taking some of its siblings home to rest beside mine own nine-iron in big filled-up plastic shopping bags?)

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