Without much warning, they surrounded them.
With a sound like thunder, they grouped them together, blowing them hither and thither without care.
All treated like garbage. Why does it matter who takes joy from them? None were deemed worthy to continue existence.
They plowed over them.
Caged.
No escape.
Dumped into a pile.
Left on the road.
It was too late. No one could help now. There was no turning back.
The grounds keepers have finished their job. Leaf-blowers have eradicated the scum and joy of the earth.
4 comments:
This seemed so dark and grim until the last line. Thank the good Lord for metaphor. :)
It's still kind of grim. I really felt bad for the leaves. . .
a bit of an overstatement. let's hope Jews don't read your blog.
Of course it's an overstatement. I am just trying to convey the point that I feel really bad for the leaves getting thrown away.
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