Out on the court

basketball game is on

late afternoon sun

still beating down

double dribble perspiration

Gabriella watches with smoldering eyes

those boys on the court

running up and down

wolf loud, pack proud

playing too rough

shoulder jabs, fleet flying

these boys right tough

but she can shoot a ball

mid-court too

ain’t got nothin’ on her

but that cut edge

she can weave too

in and out of their game

so she darts in

face to face with Julio

he scorns her briefly

that girl acting like

she got game

oughtta know her place

she ain’t gonna out dribble him

cause he dances on soccer balls

arms like golden sand

he’s a puma with a ball

crowd gathers

the neighborhood evening time

grill smoke fills thick air

ice cream van is comin’

London Bridge is falling down

blaring from static speakers

no quinceanera for Gabriella

she’s not…

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