Breaking Up is Hard to Do – Haiku for Albert Pujols from the Jilted City of St. Louis

“cardinal for life,
babe,” you whispered in our ears;
cardinal of lies

in baseball heaven,
bright son of the morning gone;
a fallen angel

the old familiar
places, home plate and first base;
we’ll be seeing you

Albert as a cheating lover? As Lucifer? The first is no stretch; the second a flight of fancy–but just barely, here in Baseball Heaven.

Working through the stages of grief… 😉

6 comments

    • Indeed, thebardonhill. However, leaving the obscene money given to sports stars the world over aside, he did have a big payday coming his way. Did not expect it to be that big though 🙂 And we will survive.

      Thanks for visiting.

  1. Oh, yes, I’ve lived in more than one place scorned by faithless sports stars. It almost always ends with the same cause for Schadenfreude: the big shots that dump us generally go off and crash and burn elsewhere, either alone, on their own “merit”, or by dragging down the whole new team. Terrific set of haiku, most apropos!

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