Author: Arah Ko

I saved the leaves, plucked them from the sidewalk, salvation from the rubber soles of children’s shoes.   Mama said they were beautiful, all webbed and veined, crimson, as if blood pumped through them still   but yesterday I found them shriveled, paper thin and winter dry, brown, crackling around the edges.   I cried, cradled them in the nest of my fingers, laid them […]