The Origins of Butler Smith
B is for bright. A boy. No birthmarks but his hair(inclined to straightness) & his nose (more like a white man’s).B, also, for the bluets you dreamed crowding the drive leading upto the old farm you’ve crossed two states to see. What’ll you do ifyou find no parcel in the name of B? At the courthouse, in the relic roomat the indicated plat? So sorry you don’t already know the yard where chickenspecked & patted under the eye of Granddaddy B. So sorry you missed himon his way. He must be burning high above your head, a comet, or worse.The story of a comet somebody told you. Wrong comet, wrong county.Wrong dates spiraled into the roll book. A roll of microfilm for every year you can’tconfirm. How to confirm a certain smokehouse not marked on any grid?Lucky B, spangled B— this is not where you begin.