Equinox
It started before he came in
and brought about the freshness
the summer in his speech
He sure bestowed it with a spark
with dissonance and fire
that maybe won't be back
Then he left
and I stayed
and I could step beyond
the old, worn lines
The truth is it was ripped apart
as metamorphosis demands
Growth and change are never free
but bring about a new start
new seasons.
U. Alba
