Streams of cars ease
Through the
Park
People wander
The river of dreams
Men dig ice out
Of coolers
The music of cans
Popping bottles
Clinking drinks
Fizzing motors revving
Women wave, laugh, snap, clap
But:
The swings are still
The seasaw us hanging in the air
BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE
SHOOT
NET
SWISH
INBOUND PASS, BOUNCE
RUN PASS, RIM
BANK NET
TWO.
BLUES.
YOU ARE READING
Art
PoetryThis is my soul expressed on paper from the love in my heart to the thoughts in my mind the words from my hands to the feelings and emotions buried deep on paper I begin to speak this is me sparkling on the rooftops of the mountains to the shinin...
