5-27 Wrightsville Beach

Wrightsville Beach


The ocean’s horizon—straight as a razor’s slit

along a medal ruler—is punctured by a regatta

of sailboat masts along its edge.


A white pigeon bobs over sandy swells,

head in Ping-Pong cadence.

Its red-rimmed eye is keen

for a chip or thundering foot.


A toddler, astonished

at this bouncing shape, pauses:


Pigeon and child eye

plug in visual current

until the child, squealing,

lurches closer


feathers explode and it

disappears under

a shady bungalow roost.