Poetry by Jamie McKenzie


In the third quarter
Before their time
They sit with crossed hands
Watching the game
The fast breaks
Dribbles behind the back
And hook shots

Their eyes shift back and forth
Following the play
Up and down the court
Judging every move
The back door play
Charging violation
And ensuing foul shots
Careening off the rim

They sit quietly
Not wanting back in
Knowing the score
Afraid they've lost the touch

They feed pigeons
Read the paper
Compare grandchildren
And ignore the ghetto blaster
The couple in love

They await the final whistle
Of the final game
The hot shower
The long ride home

© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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