there are scratchings on this screen
that no fingernail polish remover
could ever wipe completely clean
some sweeter than sugarcane
sprinkled upon potato pancakes
freshly melted with butter, somewhat insane
others a bit more raunchier and raw
which any springtime sprung on Earth
however warm hearted would coldly dare thaw
then there is this fucking leaf that refused to fall
no matter how much winter barked in its face
with all forgotten ignorance yet ever so timely gall
just what exactly is the leaf trying to say
as it bends in breezes of low blows and
continues to dance along a sway ….
or is it just listening ?