Wait decades to walk the streets of your hometown

Again to see things that are not there-

A double exposure of time as you ghost down

A sidewalk by that old pal’s, where

You used to clown, duking it out in the garage,

Or those other familiars around the corner,

That somebody you mooned after, each block a collage

Of cut scenes and dialogue scooped from the floor

Of memory, knee-deep in former dreams,

(Oh you’ll date yourself even with your metaphors),

Under darkness’ arch pass those stadium beams,

Hear an amplified voice call out the score,

As years fall away, thinking you heard a name,

On that field of remembering, the same.