Fall/Winter 2014

Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky


The road bends.
I'm looking for early roadside apples in ditches.
I find several
I bite into a yellow one.
It's almost ready and full taste.
More bites, and I throw the core away - into piled branches and leaves.
The road flattens under a birch and maple cover. 
She's at the road bottom.
She's crouched in a ditch.
She's focused on a white web-building spider,
And a green pod about to burst and scatter white seeds.
I stop.
I never crouched in roadside ditches, one with the universe.
So natural for her.
My dead uncle did the same.
My restlessness, for what?
She stands and buttons her jacket, cool under the sun-blocking trees,
Even in late-summer's glow.
"Here, I'm out of the ditch.
"Let's talk," she says.
I don't know what to say.
I stare at her pale throat, lined face, deep eyes.
But I think I should look down at the spider and pod.
She does.
I do.
We're silent.

Eugene "Gene" Novogrodsky from Brownsville, Texas, is a founding member of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San, Benito, Texas, a 15-year old bi-lingual group. He reads, listens, sees and writes slices of life, mainly about the Mexican-Texas and Maine-Canadian borders.



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