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Asher Barber Poem
Three Point Shot
You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle,
Racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop
In a soft wide arc,
Your shoes biting into the floor,
As you come to a halt,
Announcing it to the world with a short, piercing squeak
Tearing through the atmosphere, to the stands
With the ball nestled in your hands, just yearning to take flight,
You rise, knowing that your defenders can’t reach you
Everything but the ball and hoop a distant memory
Your hands travel through the same motions you know so well,
Knowing, even before the ball leaves your grasp, you’ve already won,
This time
You finally release the ball, with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist
Sending it arcing through the air with pinpoint accuracy,
Racing towards the net
Swish
Crisp and clean as a clear spring morning
The ball drops through the net, as the net snaps upwards
You breathe a sigh of relief and relax,
As play continues on
Copyright © Asher Barber | Year Posted 2023
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Asher Barber Poem
Three Point Shot
You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle, racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop In a soft wide arc, Your shoes biting deep into the floor, As you come to a halt, Announcing it to the world with a short, piercing squeak Tearing through the atmosphere, to the stands With the ball nestled in your hands, just yearning to take flight, You rise, knowing that your defenders can’t reach you Everything but the ball and hoop a distant memory Your hands travel through the same motions you know so well, Knowing, even before the ball leaves your grasp, you’ve already won, This time You finally release the ball, with a quick, decisive snap of the wrist Sending it arcing through the air with pinpoint accuracy, Racing towards the net
Silence, and then, swish
Crisp, clear as a spring morning
Play continues on
Copyright © Asher Barber | Year Posted 2023
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