Still Water
Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
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my
dad
(an apologetic man)
a creature of old paltry
habits
ardentest heart of all.
He couldn't accept that his eyes were bad
because they had done
their term.
He feared to sell the house he made so
permanent.
- I want
to be alive to do it, he told me,
My books, my life, coins in a drawer,
Fans tramping through the door.
I believe,
with my brother, this summer
The Mason went home to
his house to die.
He dealt with the dentist,
he kinda liked living
alone, until
One day Mrs. Slammowitz came to collect -
a real estate broker,
nothing more
(what was he apologizing
for?)
I believe
he took the stairs too fast
when he went up for the
check.
New York CitySeptember 1986