Nature roars in my ears that I can not escape implications
of the spider web washed away by
         wet leaves.

Nature will have me and cut into the flabby city my mind becomes,
lap me like happy dogs or terrify me like the smell of hungry bears.
         Nature!

You are a tall woman who knows instantly my history.
You are secret terraces from the deepest mine shaft
to strands of golden thread/
         of the perfect Bridge.