Fast Break

Fast Break

Biography Edward Hirsch


In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984


A hook shot kisses the rim and

hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop,


and for once our gangly starting center

boxes out his man and times his jump


perfectly, gathering the orange leather

from the air like a cherished possession



and spinning around to throw a strike

to the outlet who is already shoveling


an underhand pass toward the other guard

scissoring past a flat-footed defender


who looks stunned and nailed to the floor

in the wrong direction, trying to catch sight


of a high, gliding dribble and a man

letting the play develop in front of him


in slow motion, almost exactly

like a coach's drawing on the blackboard,


both forwards racing down the court

the way that forwards should, fanning out


and filling the lanes in tandem, moving

together as brothers passing the ball


between them without a dribble, without

a single bounce hitting the hardwood


until the guard finally lunges out

and commits to the wrong man


while the power-forward explodes past them

in a fury, taking the ball into the air


by himself now and laying it gently

against the glass for a lay-up,


but losing his balance in the process,

inexplicably falling, hitting the floor


with a wild, headlong motion

for the game he loved like a country

and swiveling back to see an orange blur

floating perfectly though the net.


Edward Hirsch
Photograph from: http://www.therockhandle.com/images/basketball.jpg

Poem sourced from: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fast-break/