in my youth burnaby did not exist
so we invented it
second street was the forum
where the rocket scored all his goals
fourth street was the arena
where submarine joe lost our lacrosse balls
seventeenth avenue was municipal stadium
where willie made that great basket catch
eighteenth avenue was special the gardens
where my aunt and uncle lived
they had a hoop with outdoor lights
somedays i was over there at dawn
shooting hoops and dribbling till after dark
most days an older guy was there
he helped the high school team win title number one
bob was his name and played like cousy
he had the skills to make baskets from anywhere
nobody could ever guard him i wouldn't even dare
bob could hit a shot from the parking lot
and dribble behind his back and through his legs
i learned to shoot from every spot at the gardens
dribbled between all the cars at the gardens
dreaming of championship number two
the forum is no longer there
the arena has been paved
the stadium has condos
however the gardens are still there
not the one we invented
only the ones that grow down the boulevard
4 comments:
I enjoyed the detailed images and the contrast between what was and what happened to it. I like how you start off with the rhythm of the numbered streets and what you did there.
Enjoyed this one. Very nice one
So evocative! Very cool poem indeed.
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