Ice covered windows signal
snow day panic button response
of fry-daddy summers and ivy smothered
Wednesday afternoons at Wrigley.
Roaring upper deck harmonies
Take me out with the crowd.
Saint Ron Santo, patron
of the seventh-inning stretch, rain delay,
and swatting at in-face flies
like fork balls in the dirt.
Lake Michigan’s breezes caress and
kiss away the heartbreak
like a sympathetic mother murmurs
wordless relief to a sunburned child.
Soaring upper deck harmonies
take me out with the crowd.
The wind chill strikes me out looking.