Category: vignettes

• Baskets

  I’m shooting baskets at the park near my house. The sky is winter blue, cloudless and unmoving. The sun burns obliquely, wrapped as it is in cold air. My body is lighter than usual as I bob, hop, and toss. The reminders are there, the faint burn in my knees, the tightening in my forearm…

  pkmcsway

  October 15, 2020

  vignettes