hole #16

he'd intended to go star viewing
but they beat him to it
at hole #16
where the green opened up
like a bowl below the bowl shaped sky

he hid in the bushes
feeling cheated
but as the giggles turned
slow and breathy and fibrous
he felt paranoid:
the telescope was terribly
incriminating.

he wanted to leave
but the sounds were suddenly crisp
as though every blade of grass
were held erect, suspended, listening.

and it was hard to creep
with that damned telescope.

so he sat and waited
tortured.

and all he'd wanted to do
was watch the sky.