Cubs Elegy



You might want to add his sun-

shine side to the shuffle: don't



think you're so safe when you're

ground down & packed in.



Aloof, you're reaching the

point of prowess when,



as it would if you

hadn't been there, bat-



man hands wing out

like a wavefront. By



this prior arrangement we've

gathered sticks and stone-



pressed ice cream, horn-

rough beers and garlic



tones: but wait

for that gutter leaf to fall



from the year where someone

must have painted it.