Dribble, hey. Pass it, reck it, bust a move, stretch, interestingly, bend the circle above your head and surpass all limits. Scent of salty dust in your mouth, on your finger prints; your back bent, your eyes fixed, your soul transfixed, sloooow, shhhh, you're thinking.
Bang! It was just that fraction of a second, everyone is watching, confused, you tap the ground with your feet, you crack it, you reck it, you bust a move, stretch, interestingly bend the circle above your head, and they crown the top of it with their arms, the side of their bodies frozen in the air for that split second, their fear, their sweat and enthusiasm.
But you dribble and jump and pass the ball to her who nets it right before you crack up laughing and fall on the floor, and keep on laughing and sweating and feeling fresh and cool like when you were fourteen.
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