Opening Day
Nothing signals the end
Of winter’s dominion like Opening Day.
Bleachers decked with bunting,
Summer’s heroes back in their
Elysian Fields.
Sweet quiet symphony
Of ballpark noise:
Murmured excitement of gathering crowds
Balls slapping the mit
Bats cracking.
The air all salty popcorn
Savory hot dogs
On the grill
Tickling my nose
As I stroll the concourse
Pleasantly buzzing with beer.
The March air still carries a sharp little nip
But spring’s promise washes it away
Even if the sun is still more bright than hot.
On this one day
A fan can feel hope
Uncut by doubt
That this will be the year.
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