Legendary last reunions

Of the family

when everyone was still there –

brass-knuckle voices, the ball game,

lawn chairs and drinks

with maraschino cherries –

“You jackass! No wonder

he walked away” –

barbecue sauce black

and two outs for the closer –

another win for the Cubs

in an otherwise winless year

A heart for the game*

Let’s not tell a boy now

he can’t play ball.

Not at twelve, or ever,

not when he loves it as he does.

Don’t spring on him a tricky valve,

slamming shut his play

today and plan for tomorrow.

Don’t take his heart, Lord,

when his heart is for the game.

*For Bas, who got some bad news.