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,
feathers explode and it
a shady bungalow roost.