Best Sportslight Poems

Basketball

Basketball

I stand, pump fake, 
	Step up and back, 
		dribbling back and forth.
Lifting each step, like the petal of a rose,
	Prancing in the dim light upon its floor.
As I rise, in the still-waking sleep of a lion’s den,
	Its ferocity to the air in unity, withal and within.  

Like a thief, with quick hands,
	I steal to its door,	
		Knocking softly on the door of titans,
Lifting each step, like the aery lightness of a feather
	Cascading the floor with a shadow in the dim light of its victory,
And I rise again, in the hallways of legends,
	The memory to the air as a banner of youth.