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I am a Middle-Aged Push Broom - Aug. 13, 2023

Gary Hunter

a few months ago leaning my back

against a tree in the backyard

I saw their new blower in action

with a mighty gust of breath

around the pool and patio

it chased every leaf away in a billow

of dust so powerful there was

nothing left for a bristle to catch


since that day they’ve propped

my long-speared handle and healthy

green hackles against the garage shed


because I’m not yet ready to retire

I harbor an unhealthy

amount of patience


stand extra straight trying to

catch an eye listen for any

rumor of employment


at the same time

being careful

not to get in their way

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