with seconds to go and the ball
saying nothing in falsehood
strides of ease and memory
handling no worries
controlling effort like luster
the bucket looks oceanous
and the waves sing in syncopation
gathering glances gotten greedily
sharing for sheer wantonness
connected consciously and yet
conspiring always for contradictions
and just inches from the cup
shadowing successes in soft suffering
swish
Poem: "'07 finals" Robert Lescatre
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