What’s it all about manic leaf-blower
Chasing your topsy-turvy childhood lost
About the lone courtyard at any cost
Blasting that leaf both faster and lower?
Is it your partner, your job you gutter
With hot breath and noise till done and dusted?
The world at large you lusted and trusted?
Just anyone really who against you mutters?
Leaf face of thin veins a year in a day
You’re rushed here and there and never settle
Gusted, sidelined by the god in the machine.
Grand trees in gardens will shortly turn green,
Breathe cool and softly, wave, shoot, and petal,
After you’ve left the scene and gone far away.
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