Notebook, March 28, 1988

I wish I could find this one flower.

I do not remember its name,

where I found it,

or why I was looking.

I have forgotten the color of

the day,

and the sky,

and which was brighter.

The only thing I can remember

about this one flower is

I plucked it,

then gave it away.

I wish I could find this one flower.