Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved


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

- 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