He Rose

January 28, 2020

I never saw a man fly

Until that day

Ball in hand

he rose from the earth

Like a balloon, slipping flee from the grasp of a careless child

He Just

Flew

I've seen a man fly

His name was Kobe Bryant

And now that he's come crashing down to earth

I'm not sure what I'll do

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