when i
could touch the rim
on a hoop
ten feet
up,
and then it was the net
that
i could grab
and swing from,
scrape
my fingers along
the bottom
of a backboard,
and now
my vertical leap
is that
of a snail,
crawling on the ground.
but it's okay.
i had my
day,
my leaps into the air.
i can live with it,
it's their turn now.
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