Rake

Need to rake, rake the underbrush
 where fallen leaves begin to blow and rush
 across the forest floors in flutters
 or lay thick piled in the gutters.
Where is that rake with its steel spikes
 ready and able to eradicate the flight
 of leaves piled deep and high
 racing along the horizontal land and sky.
Rake, rake, rake
 give that deciduous tree a sturdy shake
 until every leaf has fallen down
 and the forest lay silent without a sound.
Along the paths, just at the edge
 we need to rake the leaves beneath the hedge,
 blow and mulch this undergrowth
 until it's cleared with every stroke.
Is that okay, 
 to do it in the winds of autumns play
 with fires in the distant sky
 threatening woodland creatures, human lives?
Finland didn't know
 they had the answer for this devastating show
 of Californians worst historic tragedies
 that brought most every empathetic dreamer to their knees.

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