I checked out this book in the summer and was saving it to read in November, which I did yesterday while on brisk walks around campus, picking up flyers for a teacher and posting them, pulling out this mini book for a poem in moments in between, my fingertips cold. The poems narrated the day and I was thinking I should narrate my day using line breaks too: would that make me feel like a poet? so I wasn't totally engaged until after Thanksgiving when the poem ends upon the memory of someone you once knew who had died and that was a beautiful sad closure for this month.