Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Baseball's Gone Dark

It's the top of the first inning
  Fans 'still filing into the park'
Tho' the game's now beginning
  It's quiet, you can hear in the dark

For the fans are made out of cardboard
  They're propped up in the front rows
No cheers, no boos; they can't keep score
  No "Beer here" either; they've got no dough

On nearby streets, no one's in the taverns
  The empty stadium's a giant cavern
The ballpark's a cemetery, morbid, funereal
  Made for 2020, strange and surreal

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Michelle Faulkner August 25, 2020 at 11:25 AM I saw clips of that on the news, where there are cardboard cutouts in the seats - how peculiar! Your last stanza so desolate and haunting, a mirror of these strange times indeed- Gershon Wolf August 25, 2020 at 2:23 PM The weirdness of it all has started to weigh on me. Oh, well... One adjusts to anything. :) gw

Kim Rodrigues August 24, 2020 at 8:13 PM Such a strange time...covid hits the weirdness out of the park! Gershon Wolf August 25, 2020 at 2:18 PM Hey, hey! You just hit a grand-slam home run with that comment, Kim. Thanks, Gershon

Lindsay Laurie August 24, 2020 at 6:48 PM G'day Gershon ... it was similar to Aussie Rules football, but now some states are allowing up to thirty thousand into a game. It's strange without crowd noise - sad sign of the times Gershon - Lindsay Gershon Wolf August 24, 2020 at 7:24 PM Yup. On radio and TV, they play canned applause. Sometimes they don't get it right or they mis-coordinate it, and it's hilarious. That's the deal today. :) gw