turn up the quiet

to see the light pass between rain drops

and let a past gentle breath,

silence the cry inside.

                                           avp

where he ought to be often plagued him,

then he reminded himself that

slow

doesn’t always mean sad.

                                       avp

once a milk carton kid

drenched in color,

he now paints walls

in rust and bone.

                                                                              avp