In a bookstore just beyond Harvard Square,
my mother and father lingered
in the poetry section, rereading
together “The Road Not Taken”
while traffic crept by on sleet-stained
pavement through the winter gloom.
They began to cry, realizing
they could not retrace their steps
to the fork, follow the other path:
those suburban decades
in purple-doored stucco Tudor
near the top of Heartbreak Hill
would just have to do. Did they
know somehow that one season
later his voice would be a whisper,
then a breeze that rustled highest
leaves on shady avenues
while residents walked dogs?
By Jeff Bernstein
Jeff Bernstein, a life-long New Englander, divides his time between Boston and Central Vermont. Except on summer days when his beloved Red Sox are at Fenway, he finds back roads preferable to the city. Recent poems appear (or will appear shortly) in The Aurorean, Ballard Street Poetry Journal, bear creek haiku, Hobble Creek Review, Loch Raven Review and Main Street Rag. His poem “A Short Guide to the Proper Treatment of Maryland Blue Crabs” was a semi-finalist in the Naugatuck River Review, 2010, Narrative Poetry Contest. His chapbook "Interior Music" was published by Foothills Publishing. Jeff’s writer’s blog is www.hurricanelodge.com
Poetry is his favorite and earliest art form; he can’t draw a whit or hold a tune. He began to write seriously again about five years ago after a long hiatus raising a family with his wife and building a renewable energy and environmental law practice across New England. His e-mail address: Jeff Bernstein