three leaves

for hours
you listen to
the heavy drone
of a man
in front
of your house
with a leaf
blower.
he's wearing
a purple hoodie,
and gloves,
sunglasses
and boots.
slowly, inch
by inch he's
moving
across the lawn
of the public
area.
finally you can't
take it anymore
and go outside
to pick up
the three leaves
he is blowing
towards
the truck.
he thanks you,
turning
of his turbine
machine,
and smiles, what
will I do now
he says,
looking at his
watch.