A gentle American poet, under-regarded except by some other poets (Anne Waldman and Lyn Hejinian published blurbs for David's newist book, Woke Up This Morning, a selected poems 1962-2014), died just yesterday.
His wife, Gloria Avner, posted for him on Facebook.
A mate from Buffalo days, here is his poem "Blessing" from that fine book of his.
waters run gold with black silt
yellow moon yellow moon
no matter the road
And from that same book:
bound of dread
I did not do
they say I have my mother's
The Sway of "A"