I propped my neuro ganglia of dirt road origin up against the Millennium Tower foundation Pa welded thirty years back. His five o’clock shadow arrived at three o’clock as sparks leapt like rabbits in a heat of progress. I’ve come to a San Francisco city slap where the air is buttressed between metal extensions, but I will not grow a city brain in some concrete garden when the lettuce heads back home are screaming my name.
Keith Mark Gaboury earned a MFA in creative writing from Emerson College. His poems have appeared in such publications as Eclectica Magazine, Fife:2:One Magazine, and New Millennium Writings. He is a preschool teacher and poet in San Francisco, California. Learn more at www.pw.org/content/keith_gaboury.