Pier 39

opening wings he charges
the other scurries and settles
he charges again the other
scurries and settles again he
charges the other scurries and
hops off the flat wooden rail
and flies across the calm
green harbor toward the barking
sea lions basking obesely
on the low wooden docks
set aside for them a boy
run-stumbles pointing squealing
gull! gull! he opens his wings
and when the boy gets close
enough he turns and flies
across the calm green harbor
toward the barking sea lions