by Howie Good
Coming around the curve
by the farm pond
where someone once drowned,
I startle what’s squatting
over a red stain of road kill,
a buzzard that survives
on others’ blunders
and, with the slow swirl
of a voluminous black cape,
cumbersomely rises,
a fallen angel passing
through the airport scanner
in dark glasses no problem.
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Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of 20 print and digital poetry chapbooks. His full-length collection of poetry, Lovesick, was published in 2009 by Press Americana. His second full-length collection, Heart With a Dirty Windshield, will be published by BeWrite Books. |
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