My Father Hands Me a Leaf

I haven’t seen this before.

 

Green blades armed toward

the sidewalk. Flowers drowned

by sunlight over the rail. My

father hands me a leaf. “This

is lamb’s ear. Feel it.” I rub

the leaf between my

thumb and pointer finger. It’s

quite soft.

 

–Elizabeth Lacey

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