Only the Instruments Change

I sat in a stone courtyard,
sprinkled with fallen leaves,
like colored pencil shavings.
I was bombarded:
a cacophony of lawn mowers,
a litany of leaf blowers.
Relentless invasions steal sleep, and haunt waking hours.
The Reality Orchestra underscores every moment.
Do they never rest? These men of machinery?
An unseen conductor conducts the longest movement in history.

 

 

About the Poet:
Andrew Mackin is a Toronto resident studying Humanities at the University of Toronto.

 

 

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