Basketball on TV
Players may not touch each other: no body contact.
Basketball must be the chastest of games.
They dart and weave;
The big ball bounces off the white-chalked floor
In sure percussion,
The teams comb each other,
The ball is tossed from catch to catch;
Tap, tap, bounce and pass
In abstract patterns.
Try the bottomless basket,
The ball slithers through,
No contact with the rim.
Points gained. No fuss,
No exulting, no kissing,
Just a brisk darting off again.
Dart, dart, bounce and weave.
Now the other basket calls,
Receiving what it first rejects,
Accepts without holding.
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- On The T.V., Hannah Bryson Price
- Why do need wisdom anytime?, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- it is almost poetry, Mandolyn ...
- Wisdom's great aim, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Our world is without any kind of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Dream packed drama, hasmukh amathalal
- A fool واحد احمق, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Quite same, hasmukh amathalal
- Lack of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
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