whose looking at pink pants
across brooks swinging wedge
towards green; release, knows
ball skidded to a good distance
short thirty feet to cup; maybe tie
no breathes easy even crowds
a distinct sound ball rolling short
deflate those lungs to comfortable
it's over everybody is aware of it
two putt for lucas to win; delivered
crowd cheers their loudest; recorded
(050811)
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