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Nice Little Piles
A leaf blower who wants to organize the world
Jan 3, 2025
The leaf blower
makes no eye contact
or casual conversation.
He wears a mask to hide
his identity.
He shuffles along
squares of sidewalks,
over holes and broken driveways,
blowing leaves, grass, and dust
into nice little piles.
While his gas blower roars,
he thinks of changing things,
putting the world’s dilemmas
into nice little piles
and composting
the corruption of society
into fertile soil,
and then planting a garden
of peaceful poppies,
compassionate calla lilies,
and lovely lavender —
the colors of his dream.
© 2024 Mark Tulin
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