Rajon Rondo
(a rondeau) …get it?

Born from Kentucky breeze, neath shadows of cotton gin,
destined to travel to heights no man has been.
Undeterred by forces of nature: squall,
storm, fear – Southern boy’s voice echoes in the hall
of Northern towers. His only aim: to win

at the expense of stone statues, turned to tin
in his presence, while Gorgon twins
are unwilling to be invincible. Weapon of choice is basketball.
This is Rajon Rondo!

His precision of movement is bow to violin;
he brings ethereal ideas to reality of muscle and skin.
The grand world, shielded by city wall;
he takes to the air, unconcerned with his landing, his fall,
his tumble, tuck, roll. He rises from the ground with a grin.
This is Rajon Rondo!