Broken dreams like shards of glass
crushed by careless once-knowns,
left behind on some godforsaken alley
below rusted tracks of elevated train.
Metal wheels scrape on steel
masses of humanity pass overhead
remnants of hope ignored
in their hurried blur.
Not like sea glass
tumbled smooth by life’s surprises
at rest in damp rippled sand
still warm in setting sun.
Collectors approach, soon to stoop, lift
and gently hold pieces of transformed shape
faded colors aged by time
defined and valued by place.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Broken.”