Game 66

​CHI 96               WAS 117

#1

In the ninety-five ninety-six season
I only missed ten
Regular season
Bulls games--

All loses--

Forever affirming
My faith.

But that doesn’t mean
I don’t have my doubts--

My tests and trials along the way.

It only means
I believe in something--

And that belief
Helps me through
Times like this.

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#2

I find myself hurrying through these poems lately.

Wanting the magic done.

Past.
Perfect.

The flower shop
Instead of the garden.

The airplane
Instead of the convertible.

The trophy
Instead of the game.

But
Buried treasure
Is found by
Searching.

Digging and digging
Through the dirt and clay and sand

Until finally
The shovel hits something.