They all say the eyes did it, the mouth did it,
True that is.
I say it is the good-bye, the
Never again –
Racing to the dirt smeared bus window, face and hands pressing –
The damp clothes hug in a pasty Mexican summer rain –
The wave from the train platform under a giant gray grain elevator –
The drunken embrace on a hard, polished wood station bench –
And waves, fast, and then hands down, and a fastened, then broken, stare –
Even the airport’s sterile white and yellow lights – good bye.
The firsts blur and fade.
The lasts, clear and sharp.
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!