A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
Basketball is My Home
Basketball is My Home
by Alexander Tran
You know it’s home
when you hear the squeaky shoes
the screaming players
the sweat hitting the floor
that’s my home
the best feeling is when you touch
the fusion of leather and rubber lining
and hear
“basketball hitting the floor”
then “swoosh” is the next sound
that’s when I found
my home
it doesn’t matter where you came from
it doesn’t matter about the shoes
even the numbers on the board doesn’t matter
what matters is what you bring to the table and your solid team
and when you mastered that feeling and knowing
you too shall call it home.