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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There she'd be beside me in our big
brass bed looking southwest down
into Central Park. Shiny from her
bath, she'd wear pale orange parachute
material. I'd be reading, she'd be sing-
ing her scales, wrinkling her infant
pink nose, and slaying me by singing
through it:
"nee, nee, nee, nee...

New York CityJune 1985