Dave named two last year, with me being the other. But my work is just stringing silly rhymes together compared with the amazing weaving of words that St. Bayno does. This sonnet is a prime example.Time is a constant. But on the basketball floor, time is most assuredly not. This contradiction in the basic principles of universe is eloquently described here, with the sonnet itself reflecting that conflict in its choice of words. This is poetry that is much deeper than its surface, unlike anything I ever put out. Beautiful, complex and thought-provoking. Give it another read and let it sink in. These words should be savored like a fine aged wine, not chugged like yesterday’s Coors Lite.