Of late I favor broken things
Like palm fronds that a wind gust brings
On sandy dunes resembling wings
Of late I favor broken souls
Reclining eyes closed much like ghouls
No teeth or hope of social roles
Of late I favor sand-spur lanes
Watched from grime covered window panes
By huddled tenants when it rains
Of late I favor morning sounds
A mug of coffee mixed with grounds
And watch the sun go up and down
Of late I favor broken things
Like palm fronds that a wind gust brings
On sandy dunes resembling wings
Liilia Talts Morrison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-things/
