Ranks of shiny diggers lie
poised on a knife edge-
crooked grins
playing across metallic features
in rusty morning sun.
Category: read poetry
From the back, Poetry by Juan Rios
Back it up.
Only, just a moment in solitude.
A moment suspended in time.
A moment.
Back it up.
Not ready for you.
Keep the volume down.
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