Goodbye, Cruel World, It’s Opening Day

by Hart Seely

The gods place bets with loaded dice,
And all our earthly dreams betray,
But listen to one clown’s advice,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.

The politicians scrounge for power,
With consequences we shall pay.
But somewhere, it’s our finest hour,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.

Our weary age is full of war,
The daily news brings dark dismay,
So surf the dreams worth living for,
Goodbye, cruel world; it’s opening day.

April 9, 1976: Rudy Schaffer, Paul Richards and Chisox owner Bill Veeck ring in Opening Day at Comiskey Park.

Phil Whalen, Zen Master, Meets Orlando Cepeda, First Buddhist Elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame

by Mikhail Horowitz

Does a Baby Bull have Buddha nature?

Not even the wind,
fluttering prayer flags
in the abandoned grandstand,
can say.

Peanuts and popcorn
in your begging bowl,
a pinecone nestled snugly
in your glove.

How many times being hit by a pitch
until you gained enlightenment?

379 homers? Or
379 drops of rain
pelting a temple bell?

Photo by the author’s sister.