New York Yankees down for the count
pin-striped uniforms
clean until
pigeons
doves
and
gulls
fly
over
the diamond
dropping payloads on
Bronx bomber fielders and players.
Ron Guidry at the mound rubbed his
cap, greased five digits,
tossed spitballs.
sliders,
fast
balls,
four
seam
cutters—
Cy Yong lobs—
breaking high and dry:
Louisiana Lightning ruled.
Neither guano nor foul weather
affected Yankee
momentum
home runs
hauled
each
at
bat
one base
to the next
’78 World
Series Champs, L.A. Dodgers’ curse.