An incensed sun in the conflagrant heaven
Signals that the sky belongs to Diablo today
The sand pebbles shift along the hard outdoors
As the basketball bounces along the grey.

Seven youths pant with parched throats,
Their feet shuffling past the littlest child.
The ball never passes to him
And he just stands out in the open,
Playful and riled.

Finally, he scurries up to them
And manages to get his hands on the ball.
A group of spectators clap and call.

One game of basketball
And a child shooting
Through a curved wire,
Connected to a rusted post,
Could be the will o' the wisp
Through life's mire.

The ball slowly tumbles along the wire's edge
Then finally falls through the bend.
The little child jumps up and down
Then a missile falls,
Bringing the game to an end.

K. Jared Hosein

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