Boys playing basketball after school, just for fun.
They are funny as they go around in circles, dribbling
the ball, trying to keep it away from each other and
score points for themselves.
Jumping up, trying to slam dunk the ball, they end up
hanging on the rim with one hand.
It makes them feel tall, makes them feel cool, as they
identify with the pros.
Running, blocking, dribbling, feeling good about them-
selves.
Every once in a while, making a basket when they don't
think about showing off to those who are watching them.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/playing-basketball/
