First day of the World Series,
autumn hanging on, each tree
seeing who can keep from
being a skeleton the longest:
This is when my fear of dinosaurs
hits the hardest. Imagining myself
as oil. The giant veined maple
on the way to my son’s school
like the stego’s last blooming fern.
Soon the Series will be over
and I’ll be shoveling my drive.
Wishing to trade scraping
for the pop of the mitt
or the glint of the sun off
the T-Rex’s canines as he
strolls the concourse of
Coors Field, beer in each
of his tiny arms, searching for
me and my orange leaves
to keep me from November.
— KG NEWMAN
KG Newman is a sportswriter for The Denver Post. His first five poetry collections are available on Amazon. The Arizona State University alum is on Twitter @KyleNewmanDP and more info and writing can be found at kgnewman.com. He lives in Hidden Village, Colorado, with his wife and three kids.