Palabras Grises (Gray Words)
How did the twenty year old figure out uncertainty
Five and a half decades before I did?
So calm, so pensive, he sits, ponders,
And then declares: “Un otro caso de palabras grises.”
I am stunned,
I who saw, and still see, the universe in black and white.
Thought of him when I grabbed a bunch of yellow brown
Mexican hats – surviving a drought – by their roots, and carried them off.
Good or bad?
He’d say, as ever: “Un otro caso de palabras grises.”
I’d know, exactly, his angle.
Fine to have the flowers in a vase – mine.
Selfish for taking them from eyes – others’.
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!