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 is 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 (Brooklyn, Nueva York, EE UU, 1914 - East Hampton, Nueva York, 1997). Poeta y editor. Presidente de la Poetry Society of America desde 1980 a 1984.