Can you see my basketball player?

by Erika   Feb 22, 2007


Tightly tied and neatly sewn.
White with red or solid gold,
light as a kitten yet fierce as a wolf.
Hear the Velcro,
Hear the shoes squeak on the gym floor.

Sweat dropping quickly to the floor,
lips quiver softly.
Hear your heart beat,
and feel it in your veins.
Focused on the target
while ignoring the crowd ranting.
Crouched down low
with feet planted solid,
on the glossy gym floor.
Ball in hand:
Pound against the floor,
sore arms and lungs burning.
Jumpy but keen as the gazelle.

The smell of the sweat,
the stains on the back.
Kings come lined in silver colors,
while golden Nuggets gleam.
Red of a Pistol's opponent,
clover green of the Celtics.

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