Hanging
on
the
wall
tickling
as
I
brush
past
he
reaches
out
turning
I
see
a delicate
blossom
long
neck
strong
roots
not
like
other
flowers
he
blooms
forever
Author: Harlan Didrickson
In 2008 on a 22-year dog-legged career, and what proved to be my final tee shot glanced off the Course's popular Poplar and bee-lined into the water hazard. My life (like my tee shot) is a mulligan, another tee-shot, a blank a window thrown open at the first sign of spring!
Beauty
Blueprint
HelloGoodbye
Bella
Awakened
hours
before
sun
writing
about
Bella
about
him
promising
I
wouldn’t
let
us
be
us
bello
away
from
everyone’s
eyes
don’t
put
me
on
pages
keep
me
yours
Echo
He Sees
Neon
schools
in
oceans
Diamond Head
Waikiki
Porto
and
Venice
jungles
with
promise
of
gardens
certainty
home
the
world
planets
stars
the
moon
cresting
the
ridge
aged
Burgundies
oysters
I
I
simply
see
him
