Here’s some David Budbill lines on this spring evening:
… all this, this sweet
early spring —
with no bugs at all, none, not a single one —
clear, beautiful, and brief moment,
David more than generously read my novel a few years back, and he completely understood the book’s grittiness. While he championed me, and did all he could to help me sell the book, he also insisted that I remain true to the book’s vision and in no way at all dilute the novel’s dark underbelly. David Budbill seems to me a man who’s devoted his life to poetry, to pushing the depths and humor and sheer joy of poetry.
On this day, here’s my own handful of poetry, a few garden pebbles in my dirty palm.