23 Oct 2013 Neil E. Das Haiku for the World Series all the bloops and blasts of long, languid summer; one clear crack through crisp air Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like this:Like Loading... Related