The builders construct the house:

Wood rising from weeds, dirt and stone.

Crack! Crack! The nail gun.

I’m waiting for the bus.

Four mid-afternoon drunks lean back on a rotted porch.

Saying little.

They toss beer cans, flip cigarettes.

No bus, yet, on an off-again, on-again rainy day.

A shingle carrier stands on the house’s rafters near the nail gunner.

The woman in the drunk group changes her seat.

I look for the Native American mother and son who moved nearby.

The bus rounds the corner.

I welcome it – no transmission worries while on a bus.

Car and truck transmissions’ clinking, rattling, and shaking scare me.

Bad hearts.

Stop.

Halt.

The bus growls away.

I look back at the drunks and builders,

No Native Americans.

I settle, illusory serenity ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogodsky, mid-September 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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