A Brand New Basketball net in the Gym Before School...
I hang here all alone
In this dark, quiet gym
My predecessor was old and worn
I am new and white
The outside doors open
My sleeping friends awaken
With every throw
I swallow
Then I drop it
The bell rings
It is quiet again
I hang here all alone
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo