For the Love of the Game

October 14, 2009
I take you
Gently
in my grasp.

I feel the
anticipation.

fake right
go left

lay it in.

Welcome back.


An hour later

hands bleed brown.

Just thrity
More minutes

Dribble dribble
You pound on the ground

My head spins.

beads of sweat trickle down.

heart races.

head spins.

I Take a deep breath..

Stay in it

Push through

because,
This is
basketball.

and Tired,
does Not
Exist.





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Just_Breathe said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 9:10 am
why isnt anyone commenting?? :/
 
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