moon, men, cats

A fast-coming Spring,

With a full yellow moon falling in the west.

“Party ending or still going?”

I yell at six men in the moon-lit yard.

“Not sure, one way or the other,”

A tall man in the middle of the parked cars and trucks says.

An hour later, the moon has dropped,

The men have driven off,

And two black cats nuzzle in the middle of an empty street.

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late January 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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