Tarmac Meditations #121: Yesterday Is Where You find It

Sure doesn’t look like what it used to be, now does it? Barbed wire and uncut grass under a lowering sky doesn’t a field of dreams make. Maybe it does. I suppose if you listen close enough you can still hear the ball leaving the bat, the ‘gone’ in the swing, the passing whisper of a dream.

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