Paw marks near one burrow show Graydigger
at home, I bend low, from down there swivel
my head, grasstop level--the world
goes on forever, the mountains a bigger
burrow, their snow like last winter. From a room
inside the world even the strongest wind
has a soft sound: a new house will hide
in the grass; footsteps are only the summer people.
The real estate agent is saying, "Utilities . . .
easy payments, a view." I see
my prints in the dirt. Out there
in the wind we talk about credit, security--
there on the bank by Graydigger's home.
Graydigger's Home
William Stafford
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Poem topics: house, people, snow, summer, winter, forever, head, grass, real, room, security, level, easy, hide, talk, view, soft, sound, home, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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