A Contestation of Signs

Josh Gregory

Autumn


mists move

apart

the leaves

are falling down

a dying deer

sways


by the bike path. A girl was singing slow on the porch

while someone cried.


Many crickets must not make sound.


**


In the impending dark we practice


under stadium lights

(Scheuller

brings the hockey pucks in his backpack


) I saw


a cat sitting on a cinder


block as the sun set


*


Trees rifle. Breeze-black


fire rising beyond the night-round rink.


I barely heard a twig snap, then


a twig snaps.





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