Fall Magic in NE

Some fall nights
when the clouds hang low
and the wind is just right,
sounds skip over from the
field behind the high school.
A roaring crowd
appears to cheer
ripe juvenile prowess
just behind the house across the street,
instead of miles away
and over a hill.
Last night was like that.
This morning
the fog
stole the ocean
right out from under us.
But it left
the sound behind.

Ann-Patrice Hickey