On Roxbury Drive,
In Beverly Hills, there's an air of
Leafy radiance that settles in and
Lingers until the bewitching hour
When the dusk comes and trances
These special swells into some
The dark arrives as usual
And everybody settles in as usual
And there is nothing unusual
In these perfumed rooms.
And then the morning arrives,
The sun rises on this street
Shining a sharp light letting
All those who live on other streets
Know they don't live on easy street.
© 2010 Marjorie Levine