by Raphael Badagliacca
For Cubs and Yankees fans
Now that all the days have passed
And all the innings found their way
Into the scorecard archive of the sky
And all the might have beens
Transformed to everlasting almosts
On the warning track of memory
Let’s not forget the ball is round
Like the seasons,
And Spring will bring
Back the sound of bat on ball,
And sometimes not, which is also a sound.