Finally warm enough for stoop-side
Sanity.
Finally fit enough.
Thanking Deloitte for fermented juice.
Not your standard Wino,
This here, cost someone Thirty-six Dollars!
The bag a Nickel.
Read something about
Ginkgo-yellow New York City fall.
I think of Playoffs, the World Series.
She and I.
The quick trip north.
Three stops on the 4 and spilled beer.
Fun and fantasy,
Andy’s last professional pitch.
I am ready for Ginkgo-green!
For spring training,
Quiet nights the same
But the air rich with propagation.
Finding her and I out,
Less rusty, and full of lust,
For life,
Each other.
Re-set and ready to run,
To win.
To wonder,
Not how it all started,
But where it will all start again.
And again.
©DANIEL MORTON 2011
©DANIEL MORTON 2011
