September Song

by Stephen Jones

You crowded stadiums in April;
No matter where you were–all was equal:
The decibel of expectation outweighed price,
And everyone–all of you–sat alike
In a Spring glow of your baseball dream
(A winner this year, being common theme).

And now … and now it’s September.
Meaningless games dot the calendar.
Flurry of trades, of sure-fire acquisitions–
Are you ready for October’s postseason?
Is your dream secure in a playoff berth?
(Or are you saying “Next year!” for all it’s worth?)

 

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