Kiss

A week of dawn-lit kisses.

Not today.

Her pickup doesn’t turn in.

He waits.

Drinks coffee.

More light,

She’s away.

Maybe tomorrow ….

He walks home.

 

Blood and Tribes

 

I was sitting at the table,

Drinking my coffee too fast, as usual.

A lot of talk of grand kids, kids, mothers, fathers.

I kept quiet, little to add.

I walked home in a humid dawn, mosquitoes biting, chiggers nipping.

What am I?

Why the silence in family tales?

Dare I declare:

I find others more interesting, even if superficial.

Caregivers, truck drivers, nurses, clerks, ag workers.

That’s simply me, and comfortable to a point.

The Montana motorcyclist.

“Hate helmets, and they’re not required in Montana.”

A pack of unfiltered Camels in his shirt pocket,gray stubble face lined.

Maybe I’ll tell the family centered coffee drinkers about the Montana freedom lover.

But I probably won’t, not in their circles.

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late March 2016

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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