The leaf blower
makes no eye contact
or casual conversation.
He wears a mask to hide
his identity.
He shuffles along
squares of sidewalks,
over holes and broken driveways,
blowing leaves and dust
into nice little piles.
While his gas blower roars,
he thinks of changing things,
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.
I share the leaf blower’s vision. Sigh . . .
Me, too
The mask wearing leaf blower. Many of us would like neat little piles but that is not how it works out even with a leaf blower.
Very true. We have many messy piles, Anne. 🙂
Wouldn’t we all love to do that.
Yes, Malcolm
❤️
This captures the depths of people so beautifully Mark.
Thank you, Kate. 🙂