Drought at the Plate

by Hilary Barta

One hundred and four, nothing yet
One hundred and four, not a threat
All those years, win or lose
Always cheers, never boos
One hundred and four of regret


Hilary Barta was recently interviewed by the Chicago Tribune about the upcoming Roy Lichtenstein exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago.  They didn’t mention his Cub fandom, but it’s obviously there between the lines.

Published in Chicago Cubs, Fans, History, Limerick | Link to this poem | 5 Comments

Drought at the Plate: 5 Comments

  1. Hilary Barta wrote,

    No, it’s between the bags under my “sunken eyes”. Eyes which have seen far too much of defeat and disappointment.

  2. James Finn Garner wrote,

    IT’s a shame you have to hide your affliction in this day and age.

  3. Hilary Barta wrote,

    I am but a pale shadow of a zombie of a man.

  4. James Finn Garner wrote,

    But you have a full head of hair, unlike some of us.

  5. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Hair and fingernails do NOT keep growing post mortem, so there are still signs of life.

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