“I love you Dorothy Olmstead,”

Passes in white and purple on the grain car’s undercarriage,

Written, I know, with spray cans by a North Dakota teen

While the train readied to shake under tons of chute-delivered wheat berries.

And Dorothy Olmstead two days later, was rolling down the middle of

the United States

Under wheat berries to Mexico,

While the teen was back in his father’s tractor-repair shop,

With sad and left thoughts of Dorothy Olmstead who had gone off to college,

Knowing nothing of her moving name inscribed under what berries

By a teen whom she passed for four years in a stuffy high school hall,

She of books,

He of wrenches.

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!


One Response to Train Day

  1. meliton hinojosa jr says:

    Yes I have seen that train.
    The train in my mind with not Dorothy but Carmen

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