Nurture your Nature

After halftime at the basketball game

After half-time at the basketball game:

Being goofy, waving at friends.

The moisture of the closeness, sitting next to an Oregonian (here 30 years, not dried out yet).

A blimp that circles the arena taking pictures. I take one of it.

A contest on baby cycles; the women win.

Long pony tails and white faces of the cheerleaders. Non-white thighs of the team: American, African.

Next to me: the scent of french fries.

Going up the aisle: a bucket of popcorn.

Montana's Lady Griz in maroon and white.

The Portland Vikings in black with a touch of green.

The crowd rising in cheers or jeers: yelling, screaming, clapping.

The not-so-silent silence in between.

Whistle of crowd; whistle of the referee. "That little bald referee" shrieks Linda, sitting next to me.

Announcement of the attendance: 6,734.

The final score: 70-60.

2009 March 7th. Dahlberg Arena. Missoula, Montana. A poem: "Linda at the Lady Griz game" 

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