Driving home from the rehab center,
my mind filled with thoughts of my
father who was recuperating from a heart
attack, I watched as a buzzard attempted
to land atop a streetlight post. Oddly, his feet
missed the perch, I ducked while driving
afraid he would fall, splat, onto the roof of
my car. Of course, that result never occurred
to the winged creature who flapped his wings
a total of three times and landed steadily on
the post which was the goal from the beginning.
I laughed at myself, not believing how foolish
I had been to think the vulture could be grounded
Arlene Antoinette is a poet of West Indian birth, who has given her heart to Brooklyn, New York where she spent her formative years. Her work has been published in Foxglove Journal, Little Rose Magazine, Tuck Magazine, I am not a silent poet, The Open Mouse, Neologism Poetry Journal, 50-Word Stories, A Story In 100 Words, The Ginger Collect, The Feminine Collective, Boston Accent Lit, Amaryllis, Your Daily Poem, Sick Lit Magazine, Postcard Shorts and Girlsense and Nonsense.