it's not dark yet

sore from head to toe

I ponder the massage.
every muscle

in my body feels
some sort of pain.

the long two hour workout
on the basketball

court in the middle of February
was a killer.

I half crawl up the stairs
and slip into
the boiling hot water

of the tub.

with the light off, I lie
there and soak.

I try not to groan. but it
feels

good. the shot is still going
down.

another spring and summer
is ahead, more games to be played.

it's not dark yet,
but it's getting there.