we
got up every Saturday and
Sunday
morning
and met at the basketball
court
in Arlington.
half a lifetime
for some of us.
cold or sun,
it didn't matter.
sick or well, married
or single,
divorced,
none of that meant much.
it was all about
the game.
not who won or lost.
but being
together.
men
being friends.
running, running,
as the clock chased us
home
at last.
the last ball shot.
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