Failure

I watch the ball

speed through the

early summers day.

Not far enough.

A short shot.

Inefficient.

The 3rd, 4th,

5th time today,

continued

failure, my

temperature

rises.

I watch the ball

speed through the

early summers day.

As it shoots through the air,

my hope goes with it.

It starts to falter.

It reaches the green.

"Nice shot!" They all

tell me.

I guess I'm

not a

complete

failure.

As the water from the sprinkler

rains down on us,

my ball speeds

through the

early summers day.