manabush swoops into menominee’s valley
and like all previous springs,
miller park’s box seats
become porcupine needles
of no apparent clone.
carlos gomez is a spasm
and flirting .400 is more than a number.
it’s a jamboree of beer can pyramids
stacked in talisman fraternity
with mirth and merry
treating murphy’s law
to some after hours of
impossible dreams do come true,
in may anyway.
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