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.