Loose silt and sifting over things
Transferringly;
Flows freely, fluent with sky,
Transpares and blanks: shifting every mote
Its cold current takes up and spends
In the dark motive drag
Under unfurling ghosts of waterlight
As sunsparks flare and falter; touching all
Its filtering pull reduces or contains
Or smooths blank in the constant travel down
From the opened iron
Hydrant spilling
Its chipped, heavy mouth
Down East 6th Street
To the dirty, grated drain.
"Nature"
first appeared in The Paris Review.
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