Liilia Talts Morrison - Broken Things

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

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