Post Draft

I don't have the energy to work with an editor.

a poem which I like

Quiet, of course, it adheres to
The cracks of water pipes, velvets
Velours them; an enriching
Unnatural ruff swathing the urban "manifestation":
The urban nature is basemented, semi-dark:
It musts, it is alone.

“Moss”, by Jon Silkin

as quoted in The Unofficial Countryside, by Richard Mabey (introduction by Iain Sinclair)

The next step (of course) is to request Nature With Man from the university library.