Equinox

He became an autumn weekday
On the outskirts of your thoughts,

Jitters crisp in the air,
Doubts heckling like bird song,

Discordant anecdotes
Backed by new voices,

Anxiety murmuring
And echoing through the dimness,

Soundtracked by blown hope
Floating away.

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