Archive for January 14th, 2021

Thursday, 14 January 2021

Lost Note by Theodore Worozbyt

My brother, your boots lie lost in the loft; the clover has reddened your heels.
All gone you go, and though you never were to me you keep on going, years out.
I want to think you had a face like mine, but less like mine than yours, and more
darkened by salt and the sun than the sag of my own face, that I myself abandoned.


Date: 2019

By: Theodore Worozbyt (19??- )