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