And the heat is not so cruel
Labor Day has come and gone
I've shelved my garden tools.
But the Autumn has its herald
As every other season,
Not colored leaves, nor horsemen,
Nor sextants, rhyme or reason.
For Autumn's unreliable
And the banner of its choosing:
Chicago's teams, still in first place,
Have finally started losing.
SLUMP, n. Regression to the mean, submission to the dismal.