It was rare that the basketball court was open.
But, ever since the incident last term with the broken bottle,
no one played there. The thread-worn uniforms stayed dry;
no one would be bathed in sweat. The coral stain
remained on the concrete where the plume of blood sprayed.
Court was adjourned; no one cared any longer.
© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #95
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 