after a poem by Preston Hauser
At the edge of a clearing, I rest on my haunches. A woodpecker raps. A motorcycle roars. I clear my throat between yesterday and tomorrow, between light & shade, death & breath.
1 May 1979
by Preston Hauser
Silence on its haunches a woodpecker suddenly searches for food then a motorcycle starts up then fades away whole cultures begin and end between these sounds the sun explodes violently silently between breaths the throat is cleared and things are as they were more tomorrow
29 April 1979