Night Golf - Poem

African American Review, Summer, 2002 by William Miller

Night Golf

After dusk, on moonlit nights,
the caddies returned to play
their version of the game.

Once more, it was a black
and white world, though
they owned it now,
tamed the course
shot by shot.

They learned to play
by feel, almost like
blind men swinging
in the shadows.

But they got better
than any mill owner
who played his poor game
of slice and curse.

One day they would play,
prove themselves
forever in the daylight world.

That day was coming soon,
or so they hoped,
as they carried heavy bags
in the hot sun
for men who called
the oldest, "boy."

William Miller teaches African American literature and creative writing at York College of Pennsylvania. He has published four books of poetry and eleven books for children.