The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

ISSN 2249 Ė2178

 

Volume-3                                                 †††† June -2013                                              Number-1

 

Refract

by Cameron Conaway

The moment of release

when air bathes ball

is first known by two.

The defenderís fingertips

rigid into shooterís palm.

The block attempt failed.

Now the weight of wait.

There is no breakaway

but then again there is

no pebbled leather no

flexed calves no mesh

no sweat bead stretching

into the crusted slivers

of hardwood no bleachers

burning silver under no.

There are only eyes

drinking and desperate

to know, and the empty

orange water coolers

dried sticky with sugar

beside those splintered

wooden benches that are

not there until they are.

 

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