Could a Cloud

Could I have met you

drifting and forming
far away, formal

not close up, transparent

I imagine you
there and not there

one moment a profile

one moment a longing

at the edge of existence

I could paint a picture of you
maybe asian, exotic
off a stark country cliff
above the French sea

In china white pigment,
you'd be watery and wistful
a cerulean blue tint
soft shades of grey

Then you'd change in the twilight
turn neon and crimson
purple and passionate,
flaunting your beauty
waiting for night

But could a cloud
be a you
immeasurable
intangible
known and unknown
blurred at the edges

Could a cloud
be a you
and are you what I thought I saw then
when I was a speck
and you were the sky?

Cubbie Blues

Is the season over yet?
They lost again this noon
perished in the April cold
and Wrigley Field spring gloom

A grand slam but it's the other team
four more on the board
the Pirates served their pennance
and the Cubs are their reward

What we need now is a hero sort
to stop this juggernaut in reverse
this Addison addiction
this century long Clark Street curse

OK, the fans, they may not notice it
or anyone taking Prozac
but we're back down in the cellar now
and in my house we all know that

So before ivy leaves turn green
let's get him on the phone
get a blue Cubs pen and sign him up
my hero, Joe Pepitone