The Sirens of Fall
The Sirens of Fall Shall I continue to be what I wishThe fuel injected Backpack Leaf BlowerWould be—Silent? No, I think not. For when the glorious calm of September afternoons,Or the soft October air is stabbedBy a thousand home owner Leaf Blowers—That gnashing, high pitched whine,The sirens of fall—I wonder,Is it the Leaf BlowerOr the […]