BIRDHILL
a bird
a hill
it's fair
road
curves
under
a wood
slow
through
~
make
matter
wave
~
here
where
all
is
tiny
pieces
~
corn
no not corn
run on ahead
& wonder
could it be
barley
~
on the bypass
kestrel hovers
over grass
& drops
as I drive past
~
SHANAGOLDEN
it's a real place
it is
we went there
~
sweet
this song
is not
meaning
my sons
asleep
listen
to catch
a breath
~
or other
words
are lost
~BILLY MILLS
from Lares / Manes
(collected poems)
Shearsman Books
www.shearsman.com
fixing books this morning in the bedroom I found Billy's lovely book of poems, thinking I had misplaced and all the while it'd been right near my head! selected a few as I read / typed with one finger, other hand holding the book open. went out and took a photograph before breakfast, about to rain. well recall the many letters and poems from Billy (and Catherine) once upon a time from Barcelona and Ireland.
