I hear the ocean’s ruffle
That laces the shore
And the palm trees,
Designing the wind
I sift through the used sheet music
Of streets
That kiln dry within adobe elegance
And pie crust tile
Roses blink at me from tweed hillsides
On a Ventura reach to harbor’s tend
Below a mission’s stance
Waves manicure the sand
And discuss the tide
You and I
Secure the sunset ...define the calm
And invest the breeze