The Seeker

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Here’s a poem I wrote about 6 years ago, appropo to the time of year. I tried to get this thing published in Elysian Fields Quarterly. No dice. I forgot about it until recently. Seems like now is as good a time as any to post it.

Waiting by Jeff Burd

Until your inevitable return

in April when we wait with baited breath-

our tickets in hand- behind a turnstile

and feel the flutter of the butterflies;

Until your vendors hawk their salted nuts                5

and icy beers as we who settle in

familiar seats scratch names of starters on

scorecards and the anthem is proudly sung;

Until your umpires cry, “Play Ball!” and teams

ascend worn dugout steps to take the field               10

and sculpt a masterpiece of speed and power

for starry-eyed dreamers outside the lines;

Then, only then, can we love you again

and breathe you in until October ends.

Written by seeker70

April 6, 2012 at 10:18 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. ‘Twas not a great opening day for the Brew Crew, but spring – though early – is stunningly beautiful in Milwaukee this year. Same in Chi-town? Nice poem. 🙂

    Pam Parker

    April 7, 2012 at 9:38 am

    • Thanks for checking in, Pam. I made it to see the Crew today… they looked worse than they did on Opening Day, if that’s possible. It’s been a lovely spring nonetheless.


      April 8, 2012 at 9:00 pm

  2. Nice .


    April 10, 2012 at 4:59 am

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