playing basketball will help our son grow
into a mammoth and me burn tons of fat
so every sunset she throws us outdoors,
saying It's basketball time, lazy bones.
Yesterday evening, after dinner, she pushed us
into the wintry night. We shivered as we drove
to the basketball court by the riverside church.
The round moon looked like a snowball,
and wind like icicles held in hand.
We ran around to warm up, set up rules and,
as opponents, played hard to defeat each other.
After we sweated out through three games
my son won by 2 to 1. When we got home,
my wife giggled, like an egg-laying hen.
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