The Basketball Pole

Driveway cracked from age, wicked the times of new,
Eyes of babe sizing goal, a buzzer yet no sound.
Seconds ticking like hours, roars echoing yet no audience,
Adulation without salutation.

You offered him a love. You beckoned him to play,
A love for the goal,a twig of a child,
Rigid to reach rim while brain cells firing,
Duties, academics, studies.

Clouds swirled like vultures,
Ready to cast water to rot your metal being.
Now arose the aroma of earth.
Dribbles, droplets, drizzling.

Twig of kid gone. Alone, you stood, alone, you were.

Alas, you have lost your backboard and goal.
Your very reason for life vanished.
Naked and alone. You are. Useless.

Twig returns and twig of you is gone.
Your absence pains more than your disappearance.

Shade means nothing without coolness.
You are. Gone.

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