M. Mole

M. Mole

M. Mole scampers into

Old Mole Hole

dug by enterprising ancestors,

once most westerly of

passageways, though

the digging is not through,

is never through

for moles.

Their tunnel vision still

strikes sparks from

The Rails of Imagination

And Eureka!

A plan to dig another burrow.

Always boring, building

the next generation of moleways:

Navigating by touch

to Stonestown

Or the Beach

Or the Pier

Or the Park

Or the Bay

The Mole Metropolis

could still stretch

deeper and further,

More tunnels to share

with the municipal worms.

M Mole makes

the dark Market trip

and turns back in darkness too,

Always boring

toward the next fertile field,

emerging,

blinking and dazzled

by an ocean view.