Age Rage
John G. Young, M.D.
Shorts wide, skin white,
legs bowed, she stood before
the practice tee.
Eyeing the ball,
her look intent,
pausing as if to freeze . . .
She drew back her club,
knees bent, elbows bent
and raised her head
without intent.
The club came down
ar-thrit-ic-al-ly.
I fought lament
as the ball rolled
off the tee,
"Why couldn't she
have come to me,
when she was
twenty-three?"