Night Game
It’s been
a season of rainouts
and incurable diseases.
The
bullpen under water.
The shortstop drunk on the field.
The
manager fills out the lineup card
by drawing names in the air.
You push
through the turnstile
like a lifelong fan regardless.
But better
hurry and find your seat,
or you won’t see the pitcher
standing
behind the mound
between warmup tosses
with his
head bowed, weeping.
