Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
I seem to
lean on old familiar ways.
Penny and I go to see Lorne and Susan.
Their neighbor drops by
the awaited accident.
Awkwardly, I make an early exit.
He follows me out of the living room.
I follow the heart again.
We talk; he listens.
Sparkling foam washes an eroded shoreline.
New York CityMay 1984