Sunday, December 4, 2016

Translation of a Basketball Slapping the Concrete by C.C. Russell

The way that dusk defeats us,
divides us.

There is a young man
in the apartment complex
across the street
who has been practicing all day,

his limbs robotic in their completed,
perfected movements.

I slowly disappear watching him
as he recedes. Sound. Only sound –
this consistent dribbling over asphalt.

How dusk erases the world
around us,
how dusk leaves
only our habits, their echoing rhythms. 

C.C. Russell lives in Wyoming with his wife and daughter. His writing has appeared in such places as Wyvern Lit, Rattle, Word Riot, The Cimarron Review, and The Colorado Review. He has also lived in New York and Ohio.

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