A walk of unrest
Flatulence towards
The southerly west
I plant myself steadfast
Against asperity
My snail’s pace
Audacious
And always imparting
A nonchalant countenance
As I surmount
The whistling wind
Attempting to sway me
Down to the tar
Rubble nor concrete
Can setback a star
© Candice Chan (StarlahMantra) 2021
