One day in April

Walking on the golf course
your eyes tearing
your nose dripping
cling says the club
hitting the ball
on a spring day in April.
Not having played
for three whole years
a little weird in place
to even be able to hit
and miss some of the shots.
But - the glorious
wondrous feeling of
hay fever sniffingly
addressing the globe -
a stroll on the golf course.