turning over a new leaf

how's the new
leaf working out
my barrista asked
me the other morning.
that new leaf
you were turning
over? a cloud
of steam was in his
face as he churned
out another latte.
it's not, i said.
i've got a tree
of leaves going
on right now, and
they are all turning
over, back and
forth on a windy
daily basis. gotcha,
he said. extra shot?
sure, i said.
why not.