The heat of summer setting into the day

Of Phoenix heat

Bringing out the dust

Of the summer rush

With a rush of hot air on your face

Taken in stride

Or taken in place

The heat of the summer sets in

For the time ahead

Lines straight enough to see

Down the middle of the fairway

Beyond the sand

There is a man standing

Waiting

The sun is setting over the Western skies

In the moments like these

You can’t tell to celebrate

Or cry

As I approached the figure

It became clear it was my father

Walking down the path

Towards me

I walked to the back of the green

And we embraced in the fall light

And fallen leaves

He told me the good news

Of a plan for a future I had wanted

We cried

As I write this story now

I have been struck down

As my father died

But I will remember that fairway

The setting sun

And I was lucky enough

That my father

Was truly a great one

Lining uncertainty

Followed by the lines of trees

Greens and fairways

Swing at the golf ball

Yet it lies

A mile away

From the starting house

Over the winds

And through the maple

Next to the pine tree

Lies the decent of dreams

How to take one mistake and limit

When temptation is around the corner

Sometimes we have to adjust accordingly

And be smart

About what choices we make

Awaiting the light

Of decision made in time

Dirt roads leading me to my new path

Uncertain but certainly going

When one chapter ends a new begins

Yet it can be of no consequence

To see

What was left behind

So at the intersection of time and opportunity

I await what life will bring me

Carrying the weight of the past

And the loved ones who go before

But awaiting as well a new future

Bright to behold