Just before the bus’ yellow interior lights dimmed

He told me that his former restaurant boss

Still comes downtown to play scratch lottery tickets.

Urban renewal took the restaurant, and the worker’s job.
The bus started west,
Past closing stores,
Around parked cars and trucks.
An orange sunset screened the west,

Black utility poles climbed into twilight,
Flat dark roofs set firm.
A beep, a stop, those yellow lights on,
A passenger off,
Then, lights off.

A soft trip, a sweet shell ….

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-November 2014

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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