Keith Gaboury

Every time the bell rings,
I feel the jolt of his
rag doll body flying
on the fringes between
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I have stolen
the rainbow fishes
that were in
the fish tank
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dandelion fuzz
spikes past
a hummingbird’s
slapshot blurred wings
...

searches the outline of her shadow
on a sizzling jungle gym blacktop
where a highway friend
zipped in and out of focus
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My mother told me to believe in God.
My father told me to believe in whatever I wanted.
My brother told me that it doesn’t matter what
you believe, just as long as you believe in something.
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