The bright lights of the stadium lit the
Field leaching everything into shades of
Grey stretching long shadows from the cars
In the gravel lot like the pulling out
And across of the utility knife
To serpentine over the guide line. The
Family walked the paved path along the
Thicket of brush toward the shadow of night.
What could they want out there in the darkness
Beyond the bushes in the mist over
The creek where the mosquitoes bite twice as
Thick and the shadows hold whispers? Is it
The woman in the woods and the house on
Stilts? And do they know her terrible price?