looking at my desktop wallpaper before I press delete

d dream

You face the horizon while I face your back, my gaze trained on a rolled-up sheet of white paper sticking out of your rucksack. In the glare of summer, in this bright expanse of grassland and cloudless sky, you are a shadow cutting a trail through the windswept reeds, your right elbow tilted to the side and back, your left leg bent in mid-stride. I rush forward to tuck the paper into your pack, but you walk, faster, away.


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