Robert K. Johnson
Bio Note: A now-retired Professor of English, I taught mostly at Suffolk University in Boston. I continue to write poems that center on everyday life (or as they say at Harvard, "quotidian reality"). This gives me plenty of subject matter.
Shadows Over Sunlight
In all your earliest years the sadness that comes to you fades in the next week's shine. Until, some unsuspecting day, prompted by a friend's betrayal or the sudden death of a parent, a rush of sadness will not only hit and hush you, but settle deep in your bones like a mist in thick grass, and never again let you awake to a morning unblemished by the linger of sadness.
The Next Stage
Late at night I'm driving us home from a movie. My wife, still awake in the back seat, must be looking at the books next to her—because she says, "I know these books are Bob's." Puzzled I say, "That's right...." "And I know the Red Sox cap on top of the books is Bob's." I say, "Yes...yes." Then she leans close to my ear and whispers, "But what I want to know is where is Bob?" "Honey, I'm Bob."
©2020 Robert K. Johnson
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