The Leaf Blower


The Leaf Blower

Beneath the trees
We gather leaves
That fall in October
And part of November
When the season
Calls to remember
The fallen soldiers
Of yesterday and today

Not so long ago
Before the leaf blower
Neighbourhoods
Sounded with the chime
Of metal rakes
Pushing leaves into stacks
While the scent of pumpkin pie
Filled the air under a blue sky

Today that blower of leaves
Since it was born
Sounds its horn
From dawn to dusk
With notes that recall
Instruments of brass
And elephant trunks
Blasting the neighbourhood
Leaving a scent of gas

In autumn, leaves are shed
And memorials are read
As we remember our dead
The pleasant sound of rakes
Has drowned in the lament
Of the leaf blower event
And we reflect on war and violence
Wishing there were more silence

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