Looking Back

It was the summer

when Now and Laters


cost a nickel

and The Fantastic Four,


a buck.

When I met


Harriet Tubman

and the Harlem Globetrotters.


It was the hottest summer

after the coldest winter ever,


when a storm shattered

my home


into a million little pieces

and soaring above


the sorrow and grief

seemed impossible.


It was the summer of 1988,

when basketball gave me wings


and I had to learn

How to rebound


on the court.

And off.