Free Throw

A bead of sweat drips down his face,

Hangs onto his chin, slowly losing grip

Before slipping, free falling, to the floor


The gym is quiet, as the drop splashes

Across the floor, allowing the crowd and

Players to listen to it spill its guts across

The floor.

He finally raises the ball above his head,

Gives it a flick of the wrist,

As everybody watches, frozen,

The ball slowly travels in the air.

More drops splash against the floor.


Nothing but net.

The crowd lets go of the breath they didn’t

Know they were holding, cheers erupt

As he trots down to court.

Just another day,

Just another game,

Just another basket.

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