75

A counter between us,
Coffee cups down,
We realize we’re 75, men ….
His wife is dead.
He’s dating my friend’s sister.

He likes her.
He thinks little of my friend.
I take the tales of selfishness,
Parsimony, Preoccupation.
I wonder.

We’re 75, still talking women ….
We finish our coffee, bump knuckles.
We’re reaching ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late June 2013

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!

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