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Published:March 22nd, 2012 11:51 EST
A Poem for the New York Knicks

A Poem for the New York Knicks

By Will Nixon

 

Twenty-One

 

 

Such a bruising game, driveway basketball:

hip-checking allowed against the garage,

rose thorns stealing the dribble down the left side,

crazy ricochets off the low eves,

no out-of-bounds except the tomatoes.

To win, you risked scraped knees, black eyes,

making an enemy out of a friend for a week.

 

But why not? To rise for the jump shot

with your feet kicked back like Dickie Barnett

and snap the net with a swish. To haul down

a rebound like Willis then spin for the feather-light

hook. To stand at the top of the key, 20-20,

knowing your next fake could open the lane

for your best move: a reverse lay-up and glory.

 

www.willnixon.com

 

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