Water Beads

After a series of new wars’ discussions:

Africa and Asia,

We walked on.

I saw silver water beads at a street sign’s bottom.

They hung on – and on.

Orange leaves coated the wet street.

The sun was nearing the tree tops.

We’d talk wars tomorrow,

And I’d be anxious to see if the silver water beads – new ones –

Would be on the sign.

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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