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The Fields of Play

by Julian

It hurts when I see the fields covered in snow.

It hurts to understand why the grass no longer grows.

So many of the "Greats" this place has consumed,

their memories and their glory no longer resume.

Chants of spectators and orchestral melodies,

sweat and exhaustion, anticipation and frenzy.

It was as if this this whole place were a blaze,

and not an ember of that fire remains.

Just the cold, just the snow, as empty as death.

No more remembered than your last breath.

The competition and people have long since been gone,

inspiring heartache like your favorite love song.

To many it is just a distant memory,

but it always meant so much more to me.

So I stay a while and watch the ghosts of the others and myself,

like projections of ourselves in much better health.

Running for bases and diving for downs,

upon all of our heads invisible crowns.

They are oblivious of the fact that the game has come to an end.

Rather they've chosen to stay and pretend.

As I look back once more before I go,

I realize it is myself that has been covered with snow.

The fields will remain, and there I'll never change.

This is all I have to do to arrive at this portal,

for it is here that I am truly immortal.



Julian Johnson

12 FEB 02




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