Poetry

Poem: The Leaf Blower

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 mankind’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. 

©️mft

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

20 comments on “Poem: The Leaf Blower

  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 don’t feel the same!

  3. An enchanting thought!

  4. I’m already plotting to overthrow the leaf-blower 🙂 enjoyed the humour but acknowledge the reality

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

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