Rendezvous Poem by Agus R. Sarjono

You are gorgeus, said the golf course
to a grass flower quivering in the wind.
The grass flower bent. They remember
rice fields, vegetables and buffaloes rustling hurrying
before sunrise.
\You are tempting, said the golf course
while blinking an eye. The grass flower blushed looking away for hints
surety. She scrutinized the golf course
smiling, caressing her hair.
\You are a wonder, hissed the golf course
piercing its eyes. The grass flower cries.
You are conceited, she complaining,
you kicked my realtives and friends
you harass our tranquility.
\But I hate rice fields, I hate vegetables
I hate the smell of dung, I hate...
\You are refugnant! You hate everything...
No! said the golf course while squeezing
grass flower's fingers. I, love you!