Fast Learners

 Fast Learners

We caddies didn’t look like much
in our hung out to dry jeans and t-shirts,

but we were hired by
some of Seattle’s finest citizens–

the two buck fee and a dollar tip, made three.

At first we were mere mules
shouldering a heavy load,

or silent statues
eyeing the unruly flight of the ball,

but soon enough
they taught us
most of what gentlemen need to know–

how to throw clubs,
spit,
cuss,
fudge 
the ball with our foot,

and pee
behind
trees.
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Unanswered Prayer

Unanswered Prayer

When i was a boy Mother insisted i attend Sunday School and Church each Sunday, though she never once stepped through the door. 

i occupied a pew beside my sisters, and thought about baseball, rocks, golf, fishing, and just about anything else but our Lord and Savior. 

one fine morn there was a special feature—a woman came from afar to play glorious music on her harp for all to hear. 

wait a minute, i thought. Harp is a light Irish beer, and i’d much rather have a cold glass of it right now than her and that danged harp.

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