J. Hahn Doleman

Windmills Always Win

The first sign was a wheeze while mowing the front lawn. The following week you fainted on the fourth tee still swearing the secret to longevity was avoiding doctors. The lance in your chest while dozing on your La-Z-Boy did the trick. Rung up your GP who sent you to the ER where they messaged the cardiologist who recommended a CABG stat. Now, instead of channel surfing or practicing your chip shot, you’re in the library dusting off the Western canon, starting with Cervantes.

heartwood rocker
the curved trajectory
of a knight errant