Stewart Burke, of the Washington D.C. area, has reflected on the modern predicament involving leaves and leaf-related equipment. He sends this explanation, and the resulting poem:
My condo office would cite me if I were to unfurl on my terrace a banner bearing the word noise, but thinks nothing about sending out the cleaning crews to blow leaves around the front drive without hearing protection. Ensconced as I am in the Rosslyn hi-rise condo equivalent of a Daoist sage’s rude hut, the issue of leaf blowers has become a passionate one for me, so much so that I was moved to write a poem:
Congrats and thanks Mr. Burke, herewith the 2018 poet laureate of the Quiet Clean movement..