Sudden Death Overtime

By Julian Koslow Late afternoon in the face-reddening chillour long-legged shadows rundown the library field, when every playis “go long” for the last hour,every drive the incrediblelast-minute comeback drive. In the fast-ripening, soon-falling, leaf-pile-scented November light, geesewing a flying wedge acrossthe honking air, our shoutsflocking after them throughthe blue Hail…

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