With haste now these trees
shed their summer plume
Fleets of distant lawn mowers
Fade, grow silent
pale echoes on the waning hour
Supplanted by leaf blowers
that tidy their remains
Collected from their chaotic descent
swirling in eddies between bricks
to catch along fencelines and lampposts
with more common debris
Stubborn sheaves in clinging substrate
defy the instrument’s gale