NaPM 23 April 2022

[Semicircle]

The man on the sidewalk holding a bit of cardboard


All hail
the windswept gale,
like bass strings
sending shivers
down calm pools.

All hail,
the storm that prevail,
wiping away everything,
cleansing the world
of impurity.

In the end
the gale so eloquently peters,
carrying the wind on it's back
into an endless void.