I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.
(David Ignatow)
More Poetry from David Ignatow:
- Here In Bed (David Ignatow Poems)
- Coupling (David Ignatow Poems)
- At This Moment (David Ignatow Poems)
- Moving Picture (David Ignatow Poems)
- In a Dream (David Ignatow Poems)
- Melpomene In Manhattan (David Ignatow Poems)