Game Over
- Anthony Bosco
- Oct 14, 2018
- 1 min read
It was a basketball
soaring stealthily
towards the hoop.
The clock ticking down
getting closer and closer to the buzzer,
awaiting the celebration of the victor.
The sweat dripping off the players
while the final play is being ran.
the bright lights showing it off.
The slow dribble of the ball
bouncing up and down
off the hard wooden floor.
The shot goes up...
the ball swishing
so peacefully
waiting to return to its home.
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