"So he won. The nation takes a deep breath….We are so exhausted from thinking about this election, millions of people will take up leaf-raking and garage cleaning with intense pleasure.”
Raking the Leaves
Tuesday I left the leaves for later, now
it’s Wednesday and later’s here. It’s here
like none of the pundits predicted, unless
you mean Aeschylus, famous for his tragedies,
who told us we would know the future
when it came – until then, we should forget it.
Today the future came, banged on the door.
I didn’t answer, but it came in anyway, so
I went outside to rake leaves from the apple tree,
remembering an oracle predicted a falling object
would kill Aeschylus. For some reason he felt safe
outside, but he died when an eagle flew over him
and dropped a turtle on his head. Dropping dead
like that, imagine. Imagine dropping dead at all.
My imagination goes all wonky when the world
buckles and shakes. I calm myself with a rake
and make a pile of leaves. Did I say a pile
of something? I forget what exactly. And what
was I saying? It's gotten hard to think. Oh, yes,
a pile of leaves, once green, now orange and dead.
Next up? Nothing to be done but clean the shed.
|Aeschylus 525-456 B.C.|
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