Enough to entice and
Get lucky once in a while.
Not so much as to get cocky
And turn the loving game absurd.
It beckons you to score well,
To reach it fully:
Never up, never in.
Ten feet
Ninety feet
One hundred yards
Twenty-six miles, three hundred eighty-five yards
--All masterpieces in their own right--
But nothing compares
To the devilishly round perfection
Of four and a quarter inches.
I speak from experience.
God, not Darwin,
Was involved when
The diameter of the golf hole
Was fixed at four and one quarter inches.
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