November 22, 1963
I kick through piles of parchment, broad sheets fallen on parking lot gravel at the Pioneer Valley Diner. The heavy sycamore towers over breakfast inside the truckers wait for the news I carry at ten cents a ream. It's 6:15 the morning of our president is dead. More sycamore and birch leaves powder the banks as the Connecticut presses southward behind the diner toward Springfield.
NOVEMBER: A Poem in 30 Days
in memory of the last month of life of Lester C Coe (1925-1978)