one of the days I look forward to
each year is Opening Day.
I know to some baseball is lame,
but it will always hold a certain
American romance and nostalgia for me.
even watching on tv,
I can smell the field
and the hot dogs and the peanuts.
I can feel the crack of the bat
reverberate in my heart.
it sounds sappy and cliché,
but it reminds me that
hope is real and I can feel it.
maybe it is spring;
maybe it is marketing,
but I have been on board
since I was young.
I am wearing a Yankees hat
while writing this,
and getting happy, because
I just remembered we beat the Blue Jays today.
I hope this pseudo-poem
helps you feel any magic.