Comments about Susan Yuzna
for David Foster
I had my order. Not of the choirs
of angels, but of the countries we called
in the stone dead heart of the night. Japan
was a young woman's voice, a cool river
through a thirsty land, sliding over my bone-
tired body like an icy, blue-green
wave. Australia was next--their perpetual
joking could keep me awake. I even
made history once: for eight years, a man
had been calling his brother in the bush.
He loved me, loved my voice, my flipping of
the switches in Oakland, California,
so that, at last, it worked. But ...