These gas-powered rearrangers of fallen plant matter evoke strong emotions in those who wield them.
The Leaf Blowers
My neighbor blew his leaves at me
And I, mine back at him
His pecans mixed up with my oaks
and both our elms mixed in
We hit our blowers at the same time
Pointed each at each
Full power blasting,
The leaves rose up
Caught near, yet out of reach
They were no longer on my lawn
And his were not on his
Our HOA was happy It was lawn-decluttered bliss
But here we stay
Day after day
Our leafy impasse grows
For neither neighbor will relent
And so,our leaves just… blow
