Fun Time Sports

There is an element of unnatural nostalgia

That befalls a tired tranquil town this time of year

Brothers and Sisters, Sons and Daughters

Long lost friends and our favorite acquaintances

An annual arrangement of rapid reminiscence

Cementing the idea that this place is no longer home.

This is a limbo of lethargy

Where 51 weeks of the year

We drift through storefronts and restaurants

Up back roads and shortcuts

That use to mean something

But now are just a reminder of what was and what we had.

Home is the time, and our time has long since passed

I’ve just been hitting snooze on the alarm