I Watch the Leaf Raking Man As he gathers the ruins of summer's trees, arranges even piles in neat rows like brown haystacks in a field. He shakes out each plastic bag before he fills it. They bloat in the wind, white sails as large as his whole self. He waves them at the passing cars that move so fast they cannot see him calling out surrender. Johanna Strouse Johanna Strouse (johanna.strouse@gmail.com) would like nothing more than to one day work as the star of a roadside tourist trap.