This Dream, Heaven

Marilyn sits cool and coy

tipped back in her easy chair

like a long summer dream.

She calls to the baseball boys, laughs

while the Babe trots out the bases.

Together they are 

everything sweet about America

home of baseball and movie stars

the Cleavers and the Cosbys

their dark days stashed 

behind fluoride smiles.

The boys strut their stuff for Marilyn

and she eggs them on with raucous cheers.

Eternal sunlight skips down her legs

her smile flashing whitely

as one by one the balls go hauling

like birds in flight

toward the distant fence.

All is good

this dream, heaven

this dream, America.

The Babe pulls his cap down 

to shade his eyes, squinting

famously against the noonday sun.