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