Broken Glass Poem by Eric Cockrell

broken glass,
autumn chill,
the spoon tarnished...

with time.
an old lid turned up,
half filled, half empty,

wearing a spider's web,
and time earned rust.
a dog barks, a truck

goes by....
an old mattress
on the bed...

a baby's born
in a rundown trailer,
an old woman dies

alone in her chair.
life turns, the hands
of the clock sharp....

cut the fingers
at the touch....
the untamed heart,

on the unknown path,
fallen leaves left
by the door!