Roger Still’s poem Tokens for the Ride appeared here in August 2014.
Burrowing
By Roger Still
Sitting still and silent, you can hear
The burrowing going on underneath
As friends speak, like a mole
There is excavation into nuance and mood
And what is really being said.
“The burrowing going on underneath;” “There is excavation into nuance and mood”–my favorite lines.
Like the “s” sounds. Great simile.