The moon, five minutes, then more clouds.
I don’t want to die and have the funeral home place a notice:
“Anyone with knowledge of the deceased, please contact us.”
An ice cream truck jingles.
No one emerges to buy.
Am early season high school girls’ soccer game under dim lights.
More players than spectators.
Green vines creep up the stadium fence.
Arguments rise inside me.
I see both sides.
I silently argue both.
Am I moving from black and white to gray?
The girls play on.
An end-of-the-world scenario:
Their play with the lights dimming,
Then off ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-January 2015