A clean white swan
flew low up the eighth
straight towards us on the tee
It was hard to believe
it could be air borne;
its great weight
and torpedo neck
held aloft with a musculatory wide wingspan
and slow-steady flap-beats
It would have knocked us out
if it hadn’t veered gracefully to the sea
tilting on a wing
A heavyweight Angel
flying free
but missing competitive golf perhaps?
V.R 26 October 2020
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