From Gene’s Notebook
…smoky, smoky enough for choking, the grills, the barbecue grills, some with charcoal, some with wood, some with gas …
…always men, little boys to old men, circling the smoke, women away, unless one comes by to ask an unwelcomed question …
…the smoke, so thick, the men, shadows in the smoke, the fires dim, ever the smoke, and first the fire at twilight, then the smoke at dusk into the night, even the dawn …
…meats and chickens, odors, yes, but always in the smoke … even the car radio and CD and DVD music, even the live music, all in the smoke, a blue/grey haze, a new atmosphere …
…and when there is a border/Deep South Texas/by the Gulf/crossroads of the hemisphere/palms meeting the sea rain, it does blanket the smoke, settles it …
…and in mid-morning, maybe later, a woman, sometimes a man, sometimes a can-picker, cleans up the on-ground paper and plastic and cans, and a dog and cat come by for scraps of charred meats …and the smoky men sleep on, into the hot afternoon ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky
July 5, 2008
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