A Contestation of SignsJosh Gregory Autumn mists moveapartthe leavesare falling down a dying deer sways by the bike path. A girl was singing slow on the porchwhile someone cried. Many crickets must not make sound. **In the impending dark we practiceunder stadium lights (Scheullerbrings the hockey pucks in his backpack) I sawa cat sitting on a cinderblock as the sun set *Trees rifle. Breeze-black fire rising beyond the night-round rink. I barely heard a twig snap, thena twig snaps.