(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