Leaf Peeps — Summary

Dave BontaCheerful

My friend Jesús has a glass paperweight in the shape of a mountain with one red maple leaf trapped inside. Jesús, I say, what do you need a paperweight for? You have no papers. He frowns, then smiles. Sometimes I bring the mountain to Mohammed across the hall, he says. We think it’s funny.

I take both of them on a ride in the country to look at the leaves. They keep asking things I don’t know the answer to. Which tree is that? Why is that flower blooming now? Jesus Christ, I say. Can’t you just look & enjoy? But no, they keep hollering to pull over. I take their pictures with cows, with a Dairy-Treat sign, & with a chainsaw-sculpted Indian. This looks like my friend Pedro, says Jesús. He’s still in Michoacán, sleeping with all our wives. I’ll make the print into a postcard that says, Wish you were here. Mohammed laughs harder than I’ve ever seen him.

They’re both familiar with chainsaws—I’m disappointed. It’s the one thing I know: those whirling teeth, their hungry search.

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The speaker takes two friends, Jesús and Mohammed, out to see the fall leaves, expecting a quiet, scenic afternoon. Instead the friends are curious and playful. They ask questions he can't answer, shout for him to pull over, and pose for photos with cows, a Dairy-Treat sign, and a chainsaw-carved Indian statue. The speaker gets a little exasperated ("Can't you just look & enjoy?"), but the humor between the men is warm, especially the joke about the paperweight and the postcard that says "Wish you were here."

The ending shifts the tone. Both friends know chainsaws well, which disappoints the speaker, because it was the one thing he felt he knew. The poem suggests the speaker came expecting to be the guide, perhaps the one with local knowledge, and finds the others know more than he assumed. The last image, "whirling teeth, their hungry search," is sharp and a bit unsettling after the lighthearted scene. The mood is affectionate and funny, with a quiet sting of humility.

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