May/June 2015 • Vol. XXXVII No. 3 Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry |

For the Wind

jerks the grasses on their stems circuitously, in the descriptive tradition, flaunting the tassels whipping them, around, around fleeced culms nothing vapory, ancillary, about this stead you move inside glazed limbs glancing mammal belled   with blood and the moot ticks nicheing it, thing you loathe, thing you most enjoy, beyond its purpose path through branches knit with moss you break as you go.

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Emily Wilson is the author of two poetry collections, The Keep (2001) and Micrographia (2009), both from University of Iowa Press. She lives with her husband and two sons in Iowa City.

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