Sweet Victory
Fists clinched
On the edge of victory
Like a thunderous rain storm
The crowd leaps to their feet
A three point shot
Spinning upward
Suspended in time
And in a moment of reckoning
For the first time
The trophy is mine......
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2022
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