Because sometimes it was everything you needed already.
Bring us your cracked, broken, and old -
We will not fix them.
They still have stories to be told,
Ripe fruit upon a dwindling stem.
Some of these tales are more than whole:
Ideas are nested inside ready to spring,
A new form lurks in Autumn’s soul,
To rearrange and shape new meaning.
Time returns value for what it steals,
And sometimes it is not a thief at all.
A flaw of stunning power, an age that feels
As experience answers emotion’s call.
Then will you marvel, sigh and freeze -
That you thought broken, sets you on your knees.
