I MISS THE MUSIC
by Robert K. Johnson
that used to often
top off the air,
to stroll down the street
after a day
pent up at school
or at work. I want
to feel its notes
calm my day’s
dogged worries,
glide me
to a contentment
soft as a sigh
even while
its fading wake
follows the path
the whistler took.
Copyright © 2009 by Robert K. Johnson.