A Baseball Poem #5

by Stephen Jones

Chilly tonight
Sky gray-mottled already

But baseball explodes
Despite the chill despite the gray

The Yankees make history
And drop to no one

I have dreamed this . . .
Pie face pie face

And money money Yes
. . . But a team is born

It may be chill it may be gray
But not arrrogant

In October pinstripes look good

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Posted 10/1/2009


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