A flower falls

A flower falls
from between the pages
of this Moleskine journal
pressed there to preserve
memories of a forgotten summer day
my mind seeks that motor-memory
of bending down to pick a wildflower
And there it is! Ah!

Sunrise at the coast
chilly salt-scented breeze flavouring my lips
sand in my Keens, bending to remove them
a patch of grass sprouting tiny flowers, one
pressed between the pages
of this Moleskine journal
from which, on this day
A flower falls

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