The Ecchoing Putting Green - Dedicated to Kathy Halfknight
God is in his cubbyhole a place usually concealed the slatted chubb-lock doors are today flung wide open like God’s man spread as he sits performing one-person show a couple stand before him for all eternity I too am invited to partake in a round this much I gather from the array of score cards, balls and anti-bac spray with cast-off selection of diecast putters leaning invitingly against catering table putting green shimmers with holy portent eighteen solar systems waiting each undulating around dead suns sucking down soft dimpled moons with down the drain, death-rattle endings pastel draped couple stand ready moon scythes in hand before God discussing something beyond perception In this vacuum of Summer I feel my chest fill with boundless hope fed by times spent inside finite models of the cosmos didn’t ever want to fall off the edge of the putting green but knew I would find it waiting even before...