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