Circles

I remember the first night. Minimal clothing and a bicycle. Slept on the floor. Lit candles for a soothing remembrance of other times. Indian food every night for a week. The heart wanted India. And this is where the dream started. 


Six months later the room fulfilled his promise. Forging from a transitional flux, we part ways in gratitude and slumber. Flavor, dust, cool heat harmonies.

Minutes before flight. India awaits...





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