Tuesday, November 29, 2011

EARTH ~








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.



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