MINIATURE GOLF EDUCATION

Though at first I didn’t want to play
I became hooked
before the end of the first round--
after I saw the metaphor.

Before
the game had always seemed so silly.

But I though I laughed
at my first failed attempt
to putt the ball past the windmill 
I didn’t laugh
after my second try
nor after my third.

Then, at the fifth hole
I really started to burn
as I struggled to navigate 
that ninety-degree turn.

Finally at the seventh
I began to curse the course 
in frustration

then stopped when I suddenly saw
how I’d shrunk myself down.

So began an education.

In the many rounds played since that day
I’ve learned a number of lessons--
including this paradox:

Sometimes
in order to get past the alligator
you must roll right into
those snapping jaws.

Miniature Golf Education

I claim to be a novelist, poet, essayist, cartoonist, graphic artist, peace monger--and I'm trying to be a world citizen. As for my backstory...let's just say I've lived and worked all over the United States.  I'm self-taught, for the most part, which is like stumbling around blindfolded while looking for the right door.  It's an on-going process. Lacking any true musical ability, I try to make music with language, while also making meaning.  

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