by David Radavich
Something
keeps spiraling
down
down
beyond words
or images
seasons
almost
a rain dance
black snake
coiling
or uncoiling
in sun
that glints
into a solemn
smirk
outside
the cold window
David Radavich's poetry publications include Slain Species (Court Poetry Press, London), By the Way (Buttonwood Press, 1998), and Great Hits (Pudding House Press, 2000), as well as individual poems in anthologies and magazines. His plays have been performed across the U.S. and abroad, including five Off-Off-Broadway productions. He also enjoys writing essays on poetry, drama, and contemporary issues. His latest book is America Bound: An Epic for Our Time (Plain View Press, 2007).
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