i got the news first.
standing on the corner
in the dark,
the cold.
wind pressing against my
cheap coat.
i'd cut the cord
of the bundle and read the headlines.
then to the sports page
i'd go.
how did mickey do.
two for three.
and then one morning, there
it was.
the headline,
shot dead in LA, another
kennedy.
i ran home with tears in my
eyes.
and shook my mother awake
to give
her the news.
she held me, saying nothing,
then i went
back out
into the dark morning,
to deliver
my route.
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