i thought he wore a red wind cheater,
it was a boiler suit.memory kicked in
already,
my brothers’ faded jackets,
waterproofed, cracked with age,
rubber lined, elastic cuff.
to cheat the wind i suppose.
i inherited.
not the corduroy shorts ,
which were
dyed dark brown each season,
passed from brother to brother,
not to me.
my mother supplying snake belts
for slippage, and parafin oil
on slicky hair.
those days things faded.
sbm.
**notes, we have no photograph.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
i thought he wore a red wind cheater,
it was a boiler suit.memory kicked in
already,
my brothers’ faded jackets,
waterproofed, cracked with age,
rubber lined, elastic cuff.
to cheat the wind i suppose.
i inherited.
not the corduroy shorts ,
which were
dyed dark brown each season,
passed from brother to brother,
not to me.
my mother supplying snake belts
for slippage, and parafin oil
on slicky hair.
those days things faded.
sbm.
**notes, we have no photograph.
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