Lake Huron out the large, just-cleaned window.

Flat, gray

Drizzle.

Cool, but summer nudges spring.

The three brothers, as for years,

Drink their coffee.

Wives home, asleep.

 

And years before,

Their shoemaker father didn’t  send them to work:

The given of the then ….

They knew, they went ….

Apprenticed to a plumber, electrician and oil and gas furnace  installer ….

Questions on choice, destiny, dreams, future ….

If there were, they sank like the soft sand  blowing into the lake ….

Refills, and one-line briefs on their children.

 

Teachers, bankers, computer programmers ….

Questions from those young men and women,

Off to cities, far from the lake ….

Unlikely, absorbed in the now as their fathers were.

 

Their doubts not lake-destined.

Theirs into concrete walls ….

No more refills, and time has slid ….

Three pickups in the wet parking lot,

Still a misty gray ….

 

They drive off, short miles, to average homes …..

 

 

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-August 2017

 

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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