It’s 11:11, time to make a wish

I close my eyes and give my hair a swish

My fingers touch my forehead 

Followed by my chest

 My lips start moving silently

 As I give my brain a rest

I just am so happy

I caught the clock just in time

I hope I’ll win my B-ball game

That’s the wish  I’m making in my mind

I open my eyes but I’m not quite done

Still a few words to go

My eyes move upward slowly

I just want to see the time

But It’s already 11:13

There’s no brain to blame but mine

(Poem about basketball game will be next… the title is “winning shot”. Above this blog post.)