Quiet

Quiet

Overlooking the steaming

Motors clanking

Slipshod futures

Ranking into the

Never been

Maybe will.

Broad brushed

Whisper swept across

Here, for there's

Nothing that would

Stop here on

A wildly

Raucous living

Unto two.

And so quiet, and

Thus still, this

Peace as graves

Unturning into lives

Not lived in falsely 

Grand bravado.

Not yet never nor

Yet always

Neither can't nor

Must eternal.

Just a quitely

Unfolding meaningful

Little life.