Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
to leave me now.
Leave me in the stream of being, struggling for
faith; project-prone and lonely, a film in the can, an
De "l'ame de l'oiseau"
to Good to Go, from Berne to Moscow, Tahiti to
Moline, the meaning in the noun
or thing I gave my heart to. Lisa
under the equator in moonlight, Kim in my arms, in
the center of the womb, literature in a hotel room,
the hermit crab, the end of a limb, foam thrown
back by the wave, autumnal, agnostic archer of two
cords, in love with arctic Aphrodite still.