To my horror
a giant truck squatted under the trees today.
From its blue bullet belly extended a huge hose
accordion trunk poised clumsily
over piles of gold and green and brown leaves,
being raked together like bodies
by a fervent man whose eyes I could not see
covered in safety glasses.
Him and his comrade were both deaf,
steel blue muffs
muting the high,
pulsing drone of the beasts wide nostrils;
one blind man raking
the other awkwardly shifting the cumbersome nozzle
creating an empty green space
where fall used to be.
And somehow it worried me--
that clean spot...
watching hundreds of leaves
disappear
as if they were never there.














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