Midnight Memory

Midnight Memory

 

He walks in darkness

Struggling to keep up the gun

Blood stained boots

the bullet scratched helmet

a look of sorrow seared across the face

he closes his eyes and goes back in time.

back to a country town

back to the hot summer nights

back to picking blackberries down by the lake

suddenly

the patty field becomes

a diamond

instead of heavy metal

he feels the smooth handle

of a Louisville slugger

the hot sun beats down on his face.

With soiled pants

he hits the ball

homerun

then he sees her

drawing near

her scent hits him

she reaches out

they embrace

and kiss

he opens his eyes only to see darkness

the aroma of a cigarette drifts by

sore muscles endure the strain

once more

the reminiscence fades away

along with the warm summer breeze…

-SL