I Look to the Blue, See Wrens in a Flying Dive to the Eucalyptus

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.

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Lance Rocks has a background in theater, advertising, and marketing. Now 68, Lance performs his poetry at coffee houses, libraries, and community centers throughout Southern California, USA. He and his partner, Lori, live and work in Newport Beach, CA.


 

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