The Court

Shriek, soles.

Fling our desire towards

hands to

cradle a cruel

pebbled surface.

We carve the court with

currents of air.

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3 Comments

    1. Apparently poetry is still whispering in my ear. Here I was, taking pics for Yearbook at the basketball game, and I had to write it down… Thanks for the comment!

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