two reluctant wet leaves

even in the rain,

the gaggle of orange

clad men

run their leaf blowers,

their mowers,

their machines

to grind up fallen limbs.

there's one or two

leaves

that are stuck

to the  ground

because they're

wet.

three of the men

gather

together

as one, and try to blow

them towards

the waiting truck.

it's useless, but they

try and try and try,

until i go outside

and pick them up.