Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
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