Freedom, Rhythm, and Basketball

Bounce, bounce, breathe....


Like a language of its own, we feel the orange ball

An extension of our own bodies, a part of our being

For our dreams are filled with wonder of movement

Creativity expressed through rhythm

A beautiful dance shared between offense and defense

We move to the music of the ball

We play to the high notes of the striped men

War and peace all at once

Suddenly, the buzzer snaps us back into the world

For the 40 minutes shared on the hardwood floor are over

Our fantasies illustrate the next ball that we'll share

Until we meet again...on the dance floor

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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