He was driving to breakfast,
Teens in back, wife in front.
I looked past his face to his belly –
Shirt open – and saw nine jagged red scars.
“I thought you said you’d never had an accident.”
“Yes, until last week.
“The chainsaw bit me.”
No stitches, no antibiotic –
Off for breakfast.
Then, more limbs and branches to cut,
I went to the classroom.
An empty seat.
“Didn’t you hear?
“He was chainsawing, and a limb hit his head;
If I went back to Doug’s town
And asked about him,
I wonder who’d remember forty five years later ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-June 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!