His ashes, grey in  black water,

Trailed the riding low boat,

And we rejoiced that his 95 years had been gentle: in:

Family, bars, factories, shipyards ….



Not since the peak of the Vietnam War,

So powerless, so empty,

As banks and miners accept, so gleefully, a huge nod to do ….


A half century of mesquites,

And in the hour they are uprooted,

Brown white roots naked,  green spiny branches sprawled ….


The chained brown  dog in its yard shit,

A split  doll spills white stuffing on the dirt;

Cars rust along bent fences ….


Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early February 2017

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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