Ventura

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