Leafblowing

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