(excerpt)

BURROWS

Out in the country I walk across towns
I’ll never see:
mazy metropolises
under the earth
where rabbits hide from foxes
foxes hide from dogs
full-bellied snakes sleep snugly
worms work uncomplaining
Where what you see is nothing–
what counts is what you smell
or hear or feel
I try to tread softly:
a quiet giant
leaving only footprints
on the roof