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.