How could I forget the glance of thine eyes
When with darted compliments they teased me
Dumb they left me, but now they tender lies
In my memory, setting life to thee.
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Tipping Point, Poetry by Ciaran Dermott
Ranks of shiny diggers lie
poised on a knife edge-
crooked grins
playing across metallic features
in rusty morning sun.
