Divots left to the weather a new etiquette

to entertain a wait-and-see up to the dotted minute

doing for others… then the marshal’s quip trail off

and voice-prints queer the cameras—no one’s

nuisance (par for the upset) before drying off.

The caddy is good at what he does, worth the wait

on this one. Never calling foul, calm settles offhandedly

as it should, all the more becoming, kicking back, you know.

The groundskeepers mistook the mess for mole holes.

We deserved the visit to rub our noses in it.

Eighteen screws later these carts fall apart

as jiggling sets off waves

beyond anyone’s control makes his day

it seems. The small world, the control room

got it this time, a piece of it anyways, loose ends

I mean … taking it as a hint, road buckling.