Concrete and asphalt cover the bare dirt.
No gophers coming up through holes
and building mounds into tiny
monuments of their unseen work.
A proud, dark civilization just below me
that thrives on nourishing roots.
Spring traps and poison,
flooding and cat-stalking:
Nothing inspires them to come out
and be like the rest of us:
something understood about our surface
that derives from old tunnel gossip.