I leaned my neural ganglia 

of dirt road        origin 

up against The Millennium Tower 

Pa welded a decade ago

when sparks leapt         like rabid rabbits

I’ve come to a cold San Francisco slap 

where air swirls in steel     canyons  

but I will not grow a city brain 

in some urban garden 

when the lettuce heads

back home are screaming         my name

Forthcoming in Still Human (2025)