count it

there are days
when the ball goes
in nearly
every time.
no matter the distance
the angle
the man guarding
you, your shots
are sweet and sure
and the net sings
with a snap
and swish.
you know as it
leaves your
hand, watching
the arc
and spin of the ball
that it's in,
count it. you then turn
and go the other
way. you savor
these games, as
they become more
rare.