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Rythm Of The Rim

by Matt Kirsch

Diving,
Sprinting,
Jumping,

Driving,
Dishing,
Dunking,

Slamming
the orange sphere through
its home with authority enough
to make the iron hum
with the sweet sound
of the rhythm of the rim.

Reeking with the stench of glowing sweat,
nothing matters now,
because your making
the sweet sound
of the rhythm
of the rim.

Spraining fingers,
twisting knees,
you've got a Charlie horse the size of Missouri.
Hitting your head hard,
staggering to your feet;
seeing tiny stars
circling your head. But,
nothing matters now;
only the soft swishing of the net
as you put home the winning three,
with two seconds left in the state finals.

The buzzer sounds
welcoming the victory with pumping adrenaline
and soaring emotions.

Teammates embracing you,
because you made

the sweet music
of the rhythm
of the rim.

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