November 1, 2017 orangeq2017

City Brain

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.

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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.

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