let me tell you this,
there’s a reason you
are always telling stories,
laughter rising and
scattering across the
room like lamplight
these pictures you
paint, hands in the
air as you brush
hope across the
concrete walls, are
defiant color over
the long-drawn gray
they add up, in
the end, all the
story after story
after story, into
the big one, the
everything together,
the one we all need,
miraculous spark.
michael king 