"November," as with each of the diary-entry poems from Martín Veiga’s "Diary of Crosses Green," is indeed "news that stays news." Limited as we have been for over a year to walks of several miles from our front door, there is no better sequence of poems that confirm the curative, the meditative, even the emboldening act of simply paying attention: "What the city’s people insist on letting go, the river shows: a relentless spirit." |