1999
An Ode to the Knicks...
1999
To the 2026 NY Knicks
I was seven, sitting on my father's lap,
watching the clock wind down,
feeling the hope slip through my
fingers, tears welling in my eyes,
hanging on for dear life,
cresting the way gutters fill
after heavy rain, waiting
for the buzzer before slipping
out of frame.
I remember the next day, folding
the orange and blue and tucking
it away, telling myself that next year
everything would be ok.
I'm in my thirties now. Have a
son of my own, sleeping in his room,
dreaming all the dreams that young
children do, and here I am,
a man, still dressed like a boy,
wearing orange and blue,
like it's 1999 and everything
is possible and everything is true.
I look down at the numbers,
the fraying seams between,
and wonder if my son
knows he's living out my dreams.
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