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.

 

 

Forum Comments:I Look to the Blue
Image Credit:Levi Wedel
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Lance Rocks has been writing and performing all his life. He earned an MFA in Playwriting and a PhD in Contemporary Theatre at the University of California at Davis. He wrote advertising copy professionally for 20 years. During the 1980s Lance toured with his one-man show, "The Wisdom of Southern California," playing at bookstores, coffee houses, and libraries across that region. Now retired, Lance spends his days writing. He also shoots photography and produces short videos for streaming on the Web.

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