Bookmarks

I wonder if bookmarks should be fancy, 

Those you don't want to lose sight off. So,

every once in a while, I pick a leaf or a used 

cinnamon stick to use as a bookmark. Like I 

am racing to finish the story before the leaf loses

its verdancy or the stick loses its 

already faint fragrance. And sometimes the

metaphor isn't lost on me, of how stories 

breathe when we breathe in into their words. 

And how they end up as memories.