With spring comes March Madness and flying discs and a burst of outdoor activities after months of being cooped up. Here’s a Scott Bates poem that starts with the grace of a Kareem Abdul Jabbar hook shot but then goes on to show (through the use of a poetic emblem) that the poetry of playing basketball comes nowhere near the poetry of Juan and Jose throwing a frisbee.
My father tells me that he got the idea from his friend Kate Rinzler, who was on the board of Highlander Folk School and had been a teacher in an inner city elementary school in California. Looking for non-competitive sports for the kids, she introduced them to frisbees and they became tremendously skilled at throwing and catching.
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