This spring
the wildflower grew
at the bend in the path
that I made last year.
Lying open in the sun
I can see it from the kitchen
it will close like an umbrella
when the clouds appear.
Picking up
the fallen petals
I crush them slightly
protecting them from the wind.
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Disposable Evidence: Temporary fragments of the everyday.
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