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Game 13

11/25/2015

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CHI 93               POR 88

Basketball is pond water
Dripped on a flat glass slide--

Covered
And placed
Perfect
Between light
And lens.

Particles
That are separate only
Through our naming them.

That move
Together
Intimately.

Despite our watching
Rather than because of it.


Expanding and
Contracting
Like breath

Like people running
From the wreckage
That threatens
To swallow us--

Grey clouds of smoke
Through grey city streets.

Everything moving
As schools of fish.
As waves.

One million
Neighborhood children
On the same
Sizzling
Summer day.

Enchanted
By a ringing bell

Bound by a sound
Like the hypnotist’s
Volunteer.

Basketball is
The number one--
Taken apart
And forced back together.


#HoopsHaiku

Jo stays down on D
And the whole crowd vanishes--
The blink of an eye.

Cripplingly proud
And just short of  good enough--
Damian Lillard
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