I Won

I can shoot and score but cannot dribble. As a child I never had trouble keeping the ball, After all, I played with the wind, and it was Not enough to knock the ball from my hand. I can shoot and score but cannot dribble. My sisters didn't care much for basketball. My brothers were too young to care at all. And neighbors didn't walk upon the land. I can shoot and score but cannot dribble. My net was a ‘cycle rim on a coconut tree And o'er the years grew much taller than me, That before Ivan knocked it down, I was shooting at the feet of God. I can shoot and score but cannot dribble. And for years in the same I treated love, Never kept in hand, let go, only rimmed Around my heart but never soaked-in... And then I met her and could not let go. I shoot no more, don't care to score; I won! Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis