The boss in on vacation,
enveloped by the warm humidity of Vietnam.
We receive the call from the buyer's assistant.
The deal has been closed.
Texts back and forth to confirm.
Not much will change, or at least at the outset.
I look out through the window of his empty office,
in darkness, the only light coming from the outside.
I stand and look at the city covered in gray and white,
rain patterning down,
trees scattered along bare sidewalks,
As I look, I see there a bare tree with one lone leaf not its own,
caught in its branches,
holding it there until it blows away.