Treasure Island

JAMES T. ADAIR


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The Ball

He looks down at the ball on the tee
squares his shoulders toward the hole
some 400 yards away
shifts his weight to his right foot
as he moves the club back upon an invisible plane
a smooth coiling motion felt in his torso and shoulders and legs
at a moment in the back swing...in a mystical point of suspended time
before releasing the tension and swinging down at the ball
in an empty area of his heart that only she has touched

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