At the Park

Dry, crunchy leaves rustle
under the tips of broomsticks
as they touch grass
pushing loose soil upward
to scatter briefly in the air.

One, two, three, four…
men pile heaps
beneath mango trees
evenly spaced,
apart from one another
as they, too, are.

Black garbage bags
are filled
then tied.

A few long twigs poke
through very thin plastic.

They are done for the day
with nothing more
to sweep away

for a few pieces
on the pavement
which will join more newly fallen leaves

Published in: on January 17, 2013 at 12:04 am  Leave a Comment  

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