Evidence of Things Unseen
  For the MSU Women's Basketball Team

It takes less than a second, say
the digits on the scoreboard,
for the tectonic plates to shift,
for the eclipse of blue by green
before the eyes of 17,000,
for the undoing of the top seed
and the glory of the underdog,
for the pebbled moon to leave
the fingertips of the guard
farthest out of the ceremonial
orbit, to catapult through the black
hole in the cheering to the hole
in the orange rim, to either spin
on the held breath of spectators
or swish through the knotted strings,
touching nothing, for the one
up by 2 to be down by 1,
unthinkable thinks the crowd,
thinks the player who took the shot,
thinks the non-athletically attired
pacer of the sidelines, thinks
the man in the black and white
stripes, metal gripped between
chapped lips, as he hands the still
spinning planet to the player
just out of bounds, heart
heavy with knowing,
who heaves the sphere toward
a teammate, arms spread
like goal posts, who catches it,
pivots, lifts like a last hope,
lets go just after a red light blinks
oh no oh no oh no before
the meteor crashes the glass,
showering the artificial light
with bright new stars.

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