It’s not hitting that line. That gap.
It’s not good distance or step putts.
Did you know we play disc golf?
Throw ins. Trick shots. Aces.
No, it’s not because my fiancé plays.
It’s not the way Ivy chases discs
in the backyard. Drool pooling,
tail wagging, bouncy girl.
It’s not winning.
It’s certainly not store credit.
Did I mention it’s not the ticks?
Snakes the size of Texas.
It’s not even brunch after morning rounds.
There’s just something about chains–
the sound of Abra surprising herself.
The way Chris pursues what he loves.
Don’t tell anyone, but
I think it’s because I like it.