basketball games are played everyday in this single court
a piece of property as an extension of the port
.
enjoying the smell of sea, waves and marine lives unknown
itching the sides of concrete sharp edges of rocks and stones
.
the midget boats pass with be-muscled fishermen aboard
images of faces etched with joy, sufferings ignored
.
contentment scenes are flooding this single basketball court
but a storm with strong winds coming to pound none can abort
.
the rains and wind pushed their way fast into this direction
the sun was mantled grey the rays gone out of reflection
.
the wind dived deeply and pushed volumes of salty water
to the shore where this court was built smashed its every corner
.
the front facing the sea got the most ferocious beatings
slapped the barrier right smacked like an angry woman fighting
.
the wall clashed with waves, forcing the water to splashed and surged
as high as the court it went through, and the benches submerged
.
when all the forces of destruction were over and gone
back to the single court and enjoy the noise of freedom
–oOo–
the hut owner blog 