Poetry

Poem: The Leaf Blower by Mark Tulin

The leaf blower makes no eye contact
or casual conversation.
He wears a mask to hide his identity.

He just trods along squares of sidewalks,
over holes and broken driveways
blowing leaves and dust
into nice little piles.

While his gas blower is going,
he thinks of changing things,
of putting mankindโ€™s dilemmas
into nice little piles
and composting
the corruption of the world
into fertile soil,
and then planting a garden
of white, red, and yellow  
flowers. 

ยฉ๏ธmft

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

20 comments on “Poem: The Leaf Blower by Mark Tulin

  1. Sign me up for some voluntary work. Fantastic !!

  2. Great poem and I love the leaf blowers thoughts as he works away … how many of us donโ€™t feel the same!

  3. An enchanting thought!

  4. I’m already plotting to overthrow the leaf-blower ๐Ÿ™‚ enjoyed the humour but acknowledge the reality

  5. Great post, My Friend! I do love the way you think!!! Bravo!

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