father's day

little boys playing ball on the basketball court running through solid grounds shooting jump shots off the glass backboards looking searching for the manhood in their father's faces seeking the resemblance finding full length mirrors on street corners rolling dice their father will watch when you least expected with all black hoodie, sweats, tims, and skullies pulled over rows of braids they claim to love like quiet storms their actions is noisier than rumble of thunder their smiles make sudden, abrupt appearances and the women wow the women who have them, keeping their secrets tucked deeply behind their whispers