SLAM, DUNK, & HOOK by Yusef Komunyakaa.

Fast breaks, Lay up, With Mercury’s Insignia on our sneakers,
We outmaneuvered the footwork
Of bad angels. Nothing but a hot
Swish of strings like silk
Ten feet out. In the roundhouse
Labyrinth our bodies
Created, we could almost
Last forever, poised in midair
Like storybook sea monsters.

A high note hung there
A long second. Off
The rim. We’d corkscrew
Up & dunk balls that exploded
The skullcap of hope & good
Intention. Bug-eyed, lanky,
All hands & feet…sprung rhythm.
We were metaphysical when girls
Cheered on the sidelines.
Tangled up in a falling.
Muscles were a bright motor
Double-flashing to the metal hoop
Nailed to our oak.

When Sonny Boy’s mama died
He played nonstop all day, so hard
Our backboard splintered.
Glistening with sweat, we jibed
& rolled the ball off our
fingertips. Trouble
Was there slapping a blackjack
Against an open palm.

Dribble, drive to the inside, feint,
& glide like a sparrow-hawk.
Lay ups. Fast breaks.
We had moves we didn’t know
We had. Our bodies spun
On swivels of bone & faith,
Through a lyric slipknot
Of joy, & we knew we were
Beautiful & dangerous…

Reference:
Yusef Komunyakaa

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