the crowd is like a thousand bees buzzing-
an incessant roar.
i push them out
and all is silent
just me and the ball
an extension of my fingers
we dance and the ball leads
we dodge and spin
swiveling across the court-
our ballroom
the rhythmic pulsing of two hearts defining the beat
as we press on.

we reach the end and
all is silent as we stop
the music over
the song almost done
the beat still lives and i let go.
flow and throw
arch and swish
then boom
the crowd explodes.

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