the landscapers,
have their machines out
blowing
a leaf or two
towards the woods, or
to a bag
near a truck.
it's loud. it's endless.
the mechanical roar.
not a broom
or rake in sight.
just the constant blow,
the rumble,
the noise all morning long.
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