Golden hills become speckled with green.
Lupine seeking a moment of fame
before the hills return to golden.
Brakes squeal at the muddy curve
as hasty drivers race to town.
The dry creek bed bubbles to life.
Rushing water sweeps everything in its path
until merging with the sea.
Tomorrow the sun will shine,
lizards lounging in its warmth.
The river becomes a gentle brook.
Mallards return, nesting beneath willows
and hunting for tadpoles.
Hang Ten boys, like the waters,
rush toward the beach:
searching for bikini clad nubile girls.
Boom boxes blaring-The Rite of Spring.
-Bill Hoppe
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