Cubs Win. So I’m Told

in Poetry

I slept through opening day
of the baseball play and
some would say
I’m an bad actor

Is that your take
or are you fair weather
and note a nap fits
given the Lake sits
but blocks that clocks
when Spring’s in hock
and not subject to
the pawn of a scheduler

with a calendar
and the cool calculation
that Miami makes for
a fine first pitch

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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