The Basketball

Round,
With it's warn grip,
Once white,
Now browned by the dirty pavement.

Dropping from my hands,
Falling,
Up it came again.
Bouncing,
Creating a rythym.
Like the heart of a steady animal.

Up tworads the sky,
I release my hands.
Up it went ,
Down it came.
The anticipation,
Bouncing on the rim,
Finally,
It fell througn.