On Losing Gracefully
The little boy from the neighborhood
who frequents the red railway station
to sum the numbers on the boxcars
has died an experiential death.
His friends, the brave & ambitious
youngsters of the Whitcomb Brewers,
no longer walk along the train-tracks
balancing bats upon their noses.
But still they gather each Sunday
in the field just past the gas station:
the new pitcher, they say, is quiet
& the one who loved him most.