The net is down on our court again, just the pole standing guard under the streetlight like a lonely keeper of lost games. Sometimes during my night shift break, I watch its still shadow and think of the squeak of shoes I haven't heard in years, the sound of a team moving as one breath. It waits patiently, like I do, for the day to come alive again.
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