Only the breeze disturbs my day.
It strokes my cheek, and
whisks through the leaves
like a handheld brush.

Everything else is mechanical.
Bubbles for the jacuzzi arrive by pump.
Whines of planes and growls of trucks
corrupt the eloquent breeze.

Look…a hawk!

Wide feathered wings full-out,
body mottled. It dips above
the yard next door, then
glides behind a roof.