indulgence, Arkava Das

Morning GlowMorning Glow, Z.Z. Wei



three maybe four lakes away. measuring distance off the cuff. the birds have their own
set of advantages. uplift. rim and yaw. you feel your shadows go to sleep. three maybe four
digits playing on the dashboard to beats as she makes a turn you floating on the side
the conversation takes over. you feel your legs go to sleep. had it coming. how bad
do you want it when you travel hours to the same spot to drink coffee?
standing in the sunlight like that. moving in what o’clock skies. you hope she wants you

to find your own way back.

Arkava Das



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