'A Chance Meeting' is as refeshing a poem as I've ever read, and in a very few lines. The poem about the Pettus Bridge in the Selma march gave me a kind of warm chill that reading a poem has never done to me before. I didn't have time to read all of Bill's poems, but I find a warm and observant eye and heart here, that have moved me greatly.
I saw him briefly once, like a three dimensional shadow on the lake. And I was breathless in the presence of such majesty. The sheen of his plumage, changing, as the sun danced on the rippling water. He turned towards the