by Margot Durfee a brown leaf drifts lazily through the air, pirouetting and fluttering until it softly lands on the cobblestoneonly to be crushedunder the sole of a dirty white sneaker. the air is crisp, every sound, from the hollering of children, to the music drifting through kitchen windows, to the ringing of bike bells isclear, brighttrees rustle as their remaining leaves depart. small, grey … Continue reading MEI-LIN