AprilPoWriMo 30

The wind catches us 
crossing street to the bookstore
pages to flip through

These months have been years
in the unmaking at last
a mask on the path

Beginnings will start
to project the end again
each day a new one

The names are the same
the places changed to protect
the lack of a plot

What if things go right
no longer a question for
potential this year

Now we have to wait
and work to make things better
starting there and here