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"Decrescendo" by Gary Fox

  • Apr 3, 2025
  • 1 min read



It’s good to be quick


with sharp eyes. The six


pointer slipped


into the tall grass


at the edge of the grove. When


I unzipped my backpack


to notate the


simple grace now


concealed. The velvet raised,


a startled huff, a rustle


of green, white tail,


bright tan body


leaped and sprinted


into loblolly pines.


The rest of my walk was


mid-July sweat


swinging my hat


wiping guts


off the wet


of my neck. Ponds were


mud cracked dry


waiting for fall and rain.



Gary Fox has published in Toho Journal, The Shore, High Shelf Press, Struggle Magazine, Cathexis Northwest Press, Sea To Sky Review, The Dewdrop, and Union Spring

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