MAKIN’ JUMP SHOTS

He waltzes into the lane

‘cross the free-throw line,

fakes a drive, pivots,

floats from the asphalt turf

into an arc of black light,

and sinks two into the chains.

One on one he fakes

down the main, passes

into the free land

and hits the chains.

A sniff in the fallen air--

he stuffs it through the chains

riding high:

“traveling” someone calls--

and he laughs, stepping

to a silent beat, gliding

as he sinks two into the chains.