I had Bobby Watson Ben Hogan dreamsas I slowly pulled back my big driver
I had my head down and my eyes on the ball
my Tiger Woods heart set for grandeur
I could feel the eyes of my three partners
Jeff, Jo and Alex watching every move
I was on the tee and needed only a straight shot
to start my path to glory
being the first poet to golf in this tournament
I could feel the pressure of performance and I wanted to shine
I took my first swing and obliterated the ball
it was like a rocket taking off
I almost knocked the cover off of the damned thing
I could see it was going to get 200, 250 yards easy
the only difficultly being that the yards
were entirely in my imagination
my ball leapt fifty or sixty feet straight up
and then made a stealth fighter hard left
and dissolved into the tops of the trees
for all I know it's still on the way up
because we never saw it come down
reality came charging in
to the space I'd reserved for glory
Ben Hogan turned over in his grave
hard, and to the left
Copyright© michael dennis 1999