And A Basket Can? Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The basket hung on the square,
and the net for the game.
you can make choice alone
or collectively.
they are jumping,
they are screaming,

they are satisfied, from the good
situation, when the ball is for them.
uncensored words are standing out

against the asphalt surface.
it is flowing unwanted, to ears.

heat is teasing and it is arousing desire.
finished game, it is possible to relax.
stones are flying to the innocent wall.

Appropriately selected epithets.
Now, they go out,
in order to come back.
in evening, more coldly,
and darkness isn't disturbing.
lamps are lighting the entire night...