2nd. street, near Hollister, in Santa Monica

my daughter is 13 years old
and the other afternoon
I drove to her court to take her
to lunch
and there was a beautiful woman
sitting on the porch
and I thought, well, she’ll get
up and tell Marina that
I’m here.
and the beautiful woman stood up
and walked toward me.
it was my daughter.
she said, “Hi!”
I answered as if everything were
commonplace and we drove off
together.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1977
Source
Original manuscript
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