Dribble.
Up with the sun,
Down with the stars,
The middle lasts all day.
Dribble.
A mellow sunset,
A changing constant,
Stuck between calloused fingers.
Dribble.
A sliver of slience,
Into the cookie jar
Another (not-so) free-throw.
Dribble.
Through a hundred hands,
A thousand times,
Full of sweat, dirt, and grime.
Dribble.
A sea of heads,
Branches of hair,
Peeking out.
Dribble, swish.
Shots made,
Point scored,
Friendship created.
Dribble.
The home-court advantage.
Dribble, always, dribble.
Because the dribble is home.
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