Standiford Field
Yearning to escape from real life or returning to one, regular rules don’t apply.
10am and teary,
a double and a single because it’s 5o clock somewhere and three is the magic number.
My history written in these hallways:
College trips
My 21st birthday
Eyes meeting for the last first time.
I’ve walked these steps for decades
And your ghost still lingers where the corner turns
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You create a wonderful atmosphere in this poem, marking this place as both real and transient, containing so much for the speaker