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.