Leaf
A brown leaf scraped at the window pane
just when I
had thought I had lost enough to cry.
It signaled
to me like a finger pointing
over
to a spot on the ground full of the sun-spanked clover
I had been sitting in earlier
that very same day
hunting & hunting for a four-leafed one that I might save.
But never found. And the brush
of pain
was too much for the scant
sanctity
my life retained.
Till
some brown leaf screamed at my window
just when I
had given up on the lie.
theNakedAtheist 