What Does It Take To Be A Basketball Coach

poem

When everything seems to have happened,

when there are no outstanding issues,

when the anxiety and fear behind him,

then comes peace. That peace

perfumanda round,

with the smell of lilacs in the door of your house,

with the cool wind that passes without razing,

caressing barely

as

Salt tide

white right now, somewhere remote

hair dyes in the afternoon.

is when everything closes,

and one can drop the lids

to feel the breeze whispering

and everything is in place,

and nothing hurts,

and gone are the ravages of the past.