Wine glass in hand,
I closed the sliding door.
Then I limped across the carpeted Lanai.
as the cooling Gulf breeze,
blew through the Palm leaves in my yard.
and across my porch.
Slowly, stiffly, I sat down,
with the spasms wracking my back
of my days round of Golf.
after setting my wine onto the glass-top table,
I stuff an old cushion between my lower back
and the wicker chair.
A sigh of relief escaped my mouth,
as I reached to grasp the medicinal wine.
A Sip from the sweating wine glass,
and a smile spreads across my face.
though my back muscles are still twitching,
I think about the game tomorrow!
by DON BOBBITT, 2013
Copyright, Don Bobbitt, 2013, All Rights Reserved!
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