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Command

Command

and Tiger’s

not playing

the Masters

what next

still

there he is

down

for sure

surely

not done

many Masters

to come

days in the sun

lives he’s lived

lost

gazing out

peering in

it’s there

in the lift

in the fall

heel to toe

way he walks

the green

up that hill

down that slope

like a lion

in the wind

contained

now at hand

this seat

to sit

high up

in the stands

like an old man

who never knew

he was old

‘til somebody

told him so

grit and grip

take it in

what the dark

demands

the valley

not the peak

where we find

ourselves

again

back to square

uncluttered there

the mind moves

within the body

and returns

the heart

to its soul

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery