Young immigrant you journeyed
from the cold of internment
to the American dream
doing everything the hard way
as your ancestors had before you
On the court you developed
first a shot falling then
the failing of your temper
as though your opponents
represented all ignorance endured
A journeyman and homegrown Warrior
owning no records save fouls
becoming the first foreign All Star
having your hand in the 100 point game
your jersey a hanging reminder
More than a player
you were always busy at reading
the words and the faces
pledging to memory the
moments you would write
A renaissance man born
in your genes a living translation
between the Russian prose and
your poetry on and off the court
you having lived my dream twice
About the Creator
Kincaid Jenkins
Author of "Drinking With Others: Poetry by the Pint" available at https://redhawkpublications.company.site/Drinking-With-Others-Poetry-by-the-Pint-p470423761 and for purchase on Amazon.
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