Going to a Game with You

is even more fun than going to L.A.

to see my words in her mouth

or following your prelude & hankering for an interlude

at a ballpark in Toronto New York San Francisco

or Boston where Cousin Bip’s crazy mom

might take us to dinner & a miracle play

where the blue of your shirt would blond up your smile

so I liked looking at it and you

liked baseball in a smoke-ridden nightclub

in such a way that the windows roll down

& curves blow through my head

toolin’ the prairie on a high summer night

singing this field forever.

Through concrete

to the green

of every ballpark we approach

from the dark to the day

we drive

somewhere

it’s always a game.

And we are not cheated of experience or hope

as we trace by starlight the roads where we played in the sun.

And we are not cheated of anything to come

for I can sing of it & you haunt the song.