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

reminding me

of my days round of Golf.

Slowly,

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.

Happily,

expectantly,

though my back muscles are still twitching,

I think about the game tomorrow!

by DON BOBBITT, 2013

Copyright, Don Bobbitt, 2013, All Rights Reserved!