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A MERE WHISP

 

A mere whisp

6’2”, 175 lbs

Flying down the court

Soaring to the rim

With every possible spin

Flicking it off the glass

Or turning the wrist

And throwing it down

To see it hit the floor

Before my feet

And what was it drove me there

In a gold convertible

But the hypersonic nature of the players

All of whom shone best

In a fast flowing game

            There were times

            When the pace was so fast

            Guys would try to call foul

            But were left at the wrong end

            Claiming injurious contact

            On the shooting hand

            While the brother who stole the ball

            Laughs as he glides to the hoop

            And so on

            All afternoon

            Until the games break up

            Due to girls, money and so forth

Until the next day

At the best gyms in L.A., S.F., N.Y.

Or even in your hometown, homie

As would all men be

If it was baskets they shot

Instead of mistaken enemies     

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