A War

The smell of sweat, hardwood, and funk filled the air.
Each boy played basketball with the strength of lions running after their prey.
The sounds of squeeking mice filled the air with the sudden booming of the ball.
Raises of praise crescent as the ball whooshes in to the net for a point.
The whistle occasionally blew as fouls and timeouts are called.
The buzzer sounds it’s joyous melody of a game well played.
Each boy sweats as if on fire struggling to catch their breaths in the aroma.
The war was over. A victorious one.
Hand shakes and congratulations fill the floor while each audience member search for their cars.
(Handwritten May 1,2013)


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