16 February 2006

Jesus, small forward

there were no answers today,

just more falling leaves.

and as I walk home w/ Jesus

at dusk,

he’s on my basketball team,

we stop to shoot

hoops at th Tree Hill court.

I look towards th sunset,

head fake –

he was never one for sports, anyways.

Comments:
i like the poem, i love the idea. question though; do we need to know that jesus was on your basketball team? especially if we learn that he was never very good at sports. how'd he make the team? i think the whole scene would work better without that "he's on my bball team" line and converge "at dusk" and "we stop to shoot" together without any punctuation.
i love the "head fake-" you instantly know what's going to happen.
hey, thanks for dropping by my blogspot. curiousity bites; how did you find it?
 
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