Stop thinking that every driver you see from your feet or bike seas has never read a book.
Too much I and me, but ….
Add the arrogant satisfaction that I am on feet or bike, and they are blindly driving driving, mindless, mindless,
straws straws ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky late April 2017
4:32 in the yet-to-come-dawn.
The storm, gentle.
Weak hearts on my mother’s side.
Better odds on my father’s.
Grandfather, he who ruined a Ford when he hit the brakes and milk cans spilled.
Dead abed, with Spring surrounding.
Mother, who gave up translating, art, music and a lit city for a dark farm.
Dead abed, Summer in its middle.
Now, and the storm powers.
Booms in the clouds,
I think heart,
Ready … that heritage brings me to their bedsides ,,,,
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!