Play remembered

It is a puzzle how much is lost
Yet so much is remembered
At the smell of dying leaves
On a flat breeze in September
And the sight of lights on a Friday night
Glowing brightly against the purple sky
Breathing the scent of new-mown grass
And the sharp taste of lime chalk
Marking out the limits of my memories
Running headlong toward dark goals
Hearing the sounds of the crowd
Cheering from the circus gathering
All brought to the fore strangely
Because so many years have passed
And we are such different people
Playing new supporting roles
Watching these boys of Autumn
Finding their own ways across the chalk-marked fields.