Two loose yellow tongues flap me back
to that cul-de-sac of leather
balls bounced on a tarry hot blacktop.
The sweat came fast, our slapping palms
got slippery. We couldn't waste time
on excuses or fouls, just elbows
strategically placed, saggy smiles
and my canvas Chuck T's tearing
away from worn-down rubber soles.
The Day 16 NaPoWriMo prompt from ReadWritePoem is called What's that smell? Through it we'll take an olfactory-based stroll down memory lane.