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Notes on POEM FOR MY BROTHER by Eric E. Hyett • Cleaver Magazine
Notes on POEM FOR MY BROTHER by Eric E. Hyett I have to be careful— what I mean is it’s the absence of him that matters, though the light’s the same. I wear green a lot these days like I’m a tree in bloom. I attract insects and leaves. Even my socks are stitched with leaves. If I were a tree, I could renounce memory and survive for centuries on sunlight and water.