Jake's Flea Market

rebound
off the rim

and we in the basketball 
fall toward the rising 
geyser of boys who leap
up from the hardwood
floor under the basket

we are air

in a brown leather hide we fall
toward the water in the skin
of reaching arms

land on the water
drops in the skin of six foot
manny carpenter’s 
fingertips

and float
on the water in his hands

other 
arms of water
fall away like receding tides