June 2017
Robert K. Johnson
choirofday@cs.com
Born in New York City (in Elmhurst), I lived in several different places there but have memories only of The Bronx (off Fordham Road). Then my family moved out "on The Island"—to Lynbrook, where we stayed till I graduated from Hofstra (then a College). Several years after my wife, Pat, and I married, we, plus our two children, settled in the Boston area and have remained there (except for my daughter, Kate, who has lived in Manhattan for quite a while). I have been writing poetry since I was twelve (many moons ago).

On the Road


Chauffeuring
me again, the Muse
docilely drives--
as I've directed—
straight ahead

even though
mile after mile, we
aren't getting anywhere
nearer the village
housing the heart
of my new poem

           until the Muse,
without so much 
as a "by your leave"
swerves the car
onto a road at our right

while I shout, "No, no— 
this is wrong!"
before I see our village
just up ahead.

©2017 Robert K. Johnson
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