David P. Kozinski

Big Poison

March wind spins the vane,
flattens petals down
on the yellow zoysia, emits
dread without direction.

I dared walk out to see
the dandelions' progress
the roots of the crabapples
winding in and out of the ground,
stuck out my chest to heave my mind
and everything in it out.

From the opaque sky falls
a billed cap: cartwheels
down the road, red and black.
I can't find the flagstones to the door.

David Kozinski has been published in Mad Poets Review, Big Scream, Taproot Literary Review and others. He is also the winner of the 1997 California Writers' Roundtable Poetry contest. He recently won 2nd prize in Glimmer Train Stories' Fall '99 Poetry Contest.
David can be reached by email at davidk@gumballpoetry.com

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