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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      Show me an Andrew I'll show you a
prince of a lad. We inhabit our names and the
images of our names: the image of Priscilla,
of Harry, of Wayne, the island of Skye, shel-
ter from the storm but adjacent, rancor's
raging scorn nearby. The picture of a boy
under overcoats on a screened-in porch in a
thunderstorm. He brings his chair to the
edge of where rain invades, closer to the
lightning and the spray. He is a stowaway,
grown to manhood on bitterroot and gold-
enrod. Born to November ways, he travels
north to Stornoway.

Fort William, ScotlandJuly 1984