Its Friday night

We play them now.

Adrenalines pumping,

Can’t seem to think. 

All my practice, is it enough?

I have one shot, 

One chance to win it all.

Uniform on, shoes laced up,

Team is ready, time to join.

Getting a ball, I start warming up, 

Letting the first shot go, hearing a familiar swish.

A smile forms and the buzzer sounds.

Time for another game, 

Another game of basketball.


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