“That morning, needing a nap,
he had thrown, from the third-story balcony
of Miller's Cafe and Bakery, into the whistling
rapids and shallows
of the Ammonoosuc River, with its arrowheads and caravans of stones,
his Red Sox cap.’’
— From “A Covered Bridge in Littleton, N.,H.,’’ by Stephanie Burt, a poet and professor at Harvard
