Dream Big

Subtle dreams beneath the blacktop,
Underneath that swirl metaphor and rhyme,
Bouncing basketball and our laughter in the park,
Time stretched out while us kids reached for the rim.
Evenings till dusk, a ritual of rhythm and sweat,
Rise ("Mike Jordan"!), like verses climbing to a crescendo.
Repetition became our teacher, each missed shot a stanza,
And finally, the day came—a 1 80 slam dunk,
Nifty exhilaration, a metaphorical boom.
Epic triumph resounds like onomatopoeia,
Assertive in my accomplishment, i found my voice.
Now i seek that same thrill with these poetic tropes:—
Open hearts palm the dreams we chase,
Kindred artist ball, hogging up the lane.