100 John F. Kennedy Drive
By Katherine Booth
Sour smoke rings, laughter, and sweat
The tune thrums around us:
“Won’t you save me, San Francisco?”
The weight of the sky
Tethers us to the Earth
We sing along,
“Won’t you save me, San Francisco?”
As our vision kaleidoscopes before us
In these endless saccharin days
We call out,
“Won’t you save me, San Francisco?”
Katherine Booth
6/5/21
Katherine Booth is a California-based poet and recent graduate. Through her work, she strives to find a deeper connection to herself, her community, and the world around her.
