My husband's poetry

Category: sports

  • Basketball in the park

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    Friends and laughter on a Sunday morning Odor of skunk has nothing to do with the score More air balls than layups Everyone thinks they’re Stephen Curry Bose raps fighting words No one backs you down in the paint like Mark Jackson Fast food litter around trash cans They still can’t shoot the rock Damn…

  • Meditating in Nature During Baseball Season

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    Deep in the woods red bird calls or maybe it’s a mockingbird that likes the way those notes roll off its tongue or maybe its envious of bright feathers and hates Cubs baseball. If this is cultural appropriation, you do not care. You only know it feels good in your ear and winning is a…

  • Albert

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    wind in trees cool overcast skies nice day for sitting in the yard gym calls my name Albert, get off your sagging butt and push some weights 8-23-23

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    City worker says good morning Shares small talk about last night’s game Cold, bright winter sun Paints shadows on white concrete Not everything you can hear or say elevates your soul Turn, squint into the sun and walk away 1-29-24

  • on any given Sunday

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    looking for an edge both teams use pregame prayer circles with the God angle negated a Hail Mary pass is no longer a viable option you promise to tithe your winnings hoping angels juice over/under wagers 9-24-24

  • H.O.R.S.E.

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    Who decided to spell H.O.R.S.E. that this was the way to see who was the best shot in the neighborhood? Today, I watched young kids play H.O.R.S.E. and doubt they ever rode a horse at summer camp or enjoyed Roy Rogers on TV Shoot to disarm and never to kill dreamed of crying High Oh…