i thought he wore a red wind cheater,
it was a boiler suit.memory kicked in
my brothers’ faded jackets,
waterproofed, cracked with age,
rubber lined, elastic cuff.
to cheat the wind i suppose.
not the corduroy shorts ,
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.
**notes, we have no photograph.