The Shoebox - Day 17

Jim Essian
C - A's
#472, Topps, 1985

It's getting colder in the D.
That wooly bear is inching south
like union jobs. You'll never be
a tiger moth. Adorn your mouth

with something warm--a stole
of attic classic hair
the rookies mock. Your role
is picking up your partner's stare

and making him look smart. You move
from starter to platoon reserve
before your knees gave out. You'd love
a chance to lead instead of serve,

to break your crouch and take the weight.
Were Spring sunsets always this late?