Robert K. Johnson
Bio Note: My poems are spins on our everyday world, which has always gripped me much more than science-fiction worlds. A now retired English Professor, I taught for many years at Suffolk University in Boston. I also for several years was Poetry Editor for IBBETSON STREET magazine. I have had several collections of poems published.
Well I waited and waited and waited and still he never nerved up to asking—so, during a conversation, I said, “After we're married” etcetera and his shoulders sighed with relief, his eyes were sunlight breaking through clouds while I said to myself “Oh, Billy, of course I will.”
Standing across from the State House every day, you flick a small American flag as if it were a whip and shout venom about homosexuals, millionaire athletes, meter maids, dog owners, foreign cars, cancer-causing Asian food. Lean and hot as hate, you need no hat or coat while the words from your blue-veined lips harangue the air or the startled drivers paused at the light or walkers who quickly veer away from you. I, too, always hurry by— but silently offer you my thanks for reminding me even our daily world's sunniest noon includes not only cars whose engines won't start and computers down for a day but madness.
Originally published in From Mist To Shadow
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