I hate leaf blowers…

The howling never ends
debris tumbles across the lot
away from the man with the mask
trying to clean up
without inhaling gasoline fumes

The sound of rumbling
creeps in from the basement
In through the window
the smells of dryer sheets
and autumn leaves

Sunlight breaks through
sometime mid-afternoon
It’s not enough
to warm up the day
but points for trying

The echo chamber never shuts off
or shuts down, or collapses
or whatever an echo chamber would do
Sounds overlap and multiply
ignoring the pleas of closed eyes

(18 September 2017)