of green vested men
arrive.
it's that time of year
again
for leaf blowing.
armed
to the teeth
with blowers, loud
tubes of air,
gas driven,
pushing
mother nature
into a giant heap
at the end of the road
where
a truck sucks it all
in for transport
somewhere.
no one
owns a rake anymore.
just plugs
for their ears.
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