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.