we caddies didn’t look like much
in our hung out to dry jeans and t-shirts,

but we were hired by
some of Seattle’s finest citizens--

the two dollar fee and a buck tip, made three.

at first we were mere pack mules,
shouldering a heavy load,

or silent statues eyeing
the unruly flight of the ball,

but, soon enough
they taught us
most of what Gentlemen need to know--

how to throw clubs,

spit,
cuss,
fudge the ball with our foot,

and pee
behind
trees.