The brighter light broke through the cloud and drizzle
allowed me to finish the last few holes
By the time I was standing on 18th green
it appeared that I was about to be under siege
by the falling night
I am sure there were souls ready to come out
not with little green fire as fireflies in summer
you just need to listen to the songs from the wind
not crying or laughing out loud
more like whistling perhaps from the distance
with some nearby pine trees whistling too in the background
I was the last one in when returning the pull cart to the staff
who already closed the golf cart storage house
Neither of us seemed to mind if there was anything else in the air