Should these be mine to keep ? Woser Prossor
I was rummaging around my house for quick hits of nostalgia When I came across a small bag in a closet , Okay , it came across me
I was only two when I was brought this pair A cherry red on silver hue , Plastic aglets at tips of two Laces running back into the shoe , Now skeletal with age
‘ La dolce far niente ’ the Italians would say , The sweetness of doing nothing , And the sweet smile of my face at two Nothing was better than having nothing to do
I bought this pair at the age of eight , Standing 4 foot 4 in front of the NBA store It was held by a Michael Jordan figurine ,
His alias underneath the tongue Reading , “ Fabrique en Chine ”,
And without ever having touched a basketball in my life
I fell in love despite its strangely labelled ,
“ AIR ”
A fresh gust through my mind Had lifted me up to believe
I could shoot a hoop Even though I really … couldn ’ t
You see they convinced me that leather made of air Could carry me higher than before , Convinced me that cleaning toothbrush bristles Were meant to chisel these specimens from the store A shop selling over-glorified pairs that Impaired an eight year old ’ s ability To see what really matters in a sport , The support for your feet or the game on the court