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I Watch the Leaf Raking Man

As he gathers the ruins
of summer's trees, arranges
even piles in neat rows
like brown haystacks in a field.

He shakes out each plastic bag
before he fills it.
They bloat in the wind, white
sails as large as his whole self.
He waves them at the passing
cars that move so fast they cannot
see him calling out surrender
.

Johanna Strouse

Johanna Strouse (johanna.strouse@gmail.com) would like nothing more than to one day work as the star of a roadside tourist trap.

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