It’s not a game br like any other game br where a golf ball travels the distance br and being putted into a hole br it is only a small white ball br being lured into a hole br dark and full of deception br have you ever wondered br why the ball is never black? br the hands that hold the putter br take a firm grip in a certain art form br there is positional assurance br before teeing br and these very hands br network with the mind br in continuance they play br vicariously with the heart br and when the world br is minding its own course br and waiting for another PGA tournament, br the greenery is overshadowed br like a transgressor br the golfer becomes an infidel br drunk like a kite in the wind br moaning in apology br with numbness on his lips br making a hiatus br wider than the golf course br how to fine tune this art br with family blunted by fame? br and fortune? br and deception?br br Leonard Dabydeenbr br