“Wet Hay”

A muggy morning,

The sun burning mist,

And back to rural New York State,

In the valleys of the Catskills,

The  grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles lived

In annual early summers.

Hay is cut, dampens, dries, sweet.

The grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles now

Rest in graves in a hillside cemetery

Above a Catskill valley.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, late May 2014

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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