Hogs they are
In a soft muddy bed
With tall green weeds
Tangled in the fallen-down wire fence ….
One hog, all black,
The other, tan and grey – spotted ….
The neighbors, two soldiers,
Back from Afghanistan, on leave,
And they see a woman stop her sports car,
Get out and reach through the weeds to
Pet the hogs –
Easy as they are resting against each other ….
A leaf spirals, then another,
Autumn, and the snow to follow, are distant.
The hogs will be butchered after
Autumn, and then, that snow.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early September 2012
Author: Gene Novogrodsky
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!