Even the now-
lush
and widespread wind-ticklish
tufts of true spring
green grass
and daffy gold dandelions—
cannot un-depress!
the old oak trees—off
on the outfield
perimeter—still sagging
bald and completely
unimpressed
with such
late-inning springtime heroics
as that fallow slack
grandstand—of distracted-
looking telephone poles.