Yes, I’d declare to the expressionless family:

“In June, I’ll be gone!”

And I’d often step down the steep hill,

Backpack snug, and barely wave to the family at the door –

Or, were they there?

And, yes, the me, ordering, imperious, judging, proclaiming of decades.

Now, with a dose of dawn, the cock’s cut, the cat’s step, the night bird’s flap,

The arrogance slips and is known.

A muddle to the end,

Wins and losses frivolous ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early February 2015

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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