A long time ago, I saw a man
marching up my street with a chainsaw
in one hand, a leaf blower in the other.
It was uphill, and he was so beautifully
purposeful. I wanted to have that much
conviction in my life, as much assurance
of where I was headed, and my purpose.
Despite, of course, the unholy
juxtaposition of one gas powered
chain saw and one electric leaf blower,
and of course, it being spring.
I wasn’t sure what leaves there were
to blow in spring, but maybe he knew something
that I did not. Or...I hoped.