The dying season as Spring becomes Summer.

Dying in the so-blue Mediterranean,

Africans and Near and Middle Easterners.

Dying in Mexico’s sharp colors

And then the brown Rio Grande/Rio Bravo,

Also in bare southern Texas,

Central Americans and Mexicans,

All in motion,

All going,

All trying for a better spot in the universe.

Along I go,

Powerless to reverse powerful and distant lands’ complicity in the dying,

Powerless to reverse the migrants’ homelands’ connection with the dying.

Then, I see a turtle in the middle of the road.

I stop.

I stop traffic.

I walk to the turtle.

I lift the brown-shelled wonder,

Glance at its yellow stripes

And carry it to tall grass,

Pointing it towards water.

A passenger in a stopped car

Gives me a thumbs up ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late April 2015

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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