Poem: Broken Things and Perfect Mirrors

Broken Things and Perfect Mirrors

They are everywhere. Broken things. Everywhere.
Imperfect inspiration
you don’t even have to seek.
A perfect mirror image,
seeing yourself,
rust and all.

About this poem

The picture is from an old factory. I love old factories. So much abandoned, broken, and beautiful.

Tom

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