Basketball
Autumn & the juice returns. The rhythm. Slap on the ball. Drum beat patter against floor, against asphalt. Youth re-enfolds. Leap taken, not taken. Jump shot, long shot, lay-up, fake here, fake there, drive. Drive, one never stops saying. Backyard, Elementary, Junior, High School, College, Pro. The rhythm of one’s life, one’s season, the delivery: one’s shots, one’s defenses, one’s gifts: the high arc of the ball drifting down:
In memory, Robert Creeley, passed this year.