Poems

BOOKED
Poem

on the pitch, lightning faSt,

dribble, fake, then make a dash

 

player tries tO steal the ball 

lift and step and make him fall

 

Poem

The game is on

at the park.

The stars are out.

It’s close to dark.

Hoop Kings

SOARing

in the SKY

so high

so fly

like they Got Wings

BOOKED
Poem

   is like

never hitting pause

on your favorite ninety-minute movie

but futsal is like 

fast forward

for forty

supercharged minutes.

 

Game one

BOOKED
Poem

    The girls

let down

their ponytails

high-five

their coach,

then walk over

to shake

our sweaty palms

after beating us 

five to three.

BOOKED
Poem

     The Mac

is a corny-joke-cracking

seven foot

bowling fanatic

with reddish Mohawk

who wears funny T-shirts

and high top Converse sneakers.

BOOKED
Poem

 

 

  You’re pumped.

The match is tied

at the end

 

of extra time

Players gather

at center circle

 

for the coins toss.

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They DOUBLE-team me

I’m in DOUBLE trouble

Trying not to DOUBLE dribble

Gotta get out the DOUBLE trap

So I juke one

But number two follows

So I QUICKLY