![]() it used to be, then it wasn't, and now it is againA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
it used to be, then it wasn't, and now it is
again a Brooklyn summer apartments now where the Dodgers used to play Ebbets Field a cadaver buried in a Flatbush cemetery of meaning New York a flashy array of high-rise headstones Coogan's Bluff has a sign but no Giants to grace it and Willie's cap never flies off when the Polo Grounds is ripe for razing the old players are grazing on mountainsides hitting two seamers over an iron fence the boys of summer are the old men of winter now there was lightning in a bottle until a Yankee became a carpetbagger and the South watched its cotton balls slugged over a rotting plantation and 1947 happened and number 42 happened and everything almost became equal until it wasn't again again the Yankees kept hitting but those other soldiers went out west and the Brooklyn summer turned a scorched eye to a California winter and a pastime became a past time until all the players wore the same uniforms and fans only saw the numbers on their backs not the color of their bats Willie's eyes are bad now and Jackie is long gone but still celebrated even though the streets to the stadium are paved with separation and we are all sliding into second backwards. erin-cilberto 1/12/2021 © 2021 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 22, 2021 Last Updated on January 22, 2021 Author![]() jacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..Writing
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