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equinox. the city’s falling silent; there’s a hush descending on the roofs, and rising slow from orchids opening in parks below, and insulating, somehow, traffic’s rush down concrete chasms; haggard faces flush in candlelight at cafés, and the glare of streetlamps challenges the stars - who go behind a dome of haze; even the crush of passengers awaiting trains, the noise of all their shuffled consternation, fades as everything’s inverted; this is when the city’s churning reaches equipoise, when everything that bothers and abrades is mollified before it builds again.

me writing this just now with a curidas fountain pen and a nitro cold brew

today's second #petrachan #sonnet draft - quick and fatigued evening thoughts from the rooftop starbucks of a mall.