HOOP

HOOP 

 

I'm wearing a 

detention

bracelet 

shackled 

to the 

un-cuttable time

waiting 

for the 

curfew 

to lift.

The quarter horns

and whistles

have already started

my movements

are being 

tracked down to

the coffee cart and

sausage sizzle.

I hear the roar

from both the

score and

the runway

behind 

Jehovah place.

Avie.