a tall poodle with caramel curls

plodding along, unaware of leash, lax,

and silly bib, red,

the color of choice when declaring “i’m not a girl,

i’m not a boy,

i’m me!”

elsewhere a pigeon warms itself

in the sand in the shade

the seagulls don’t notice

the pretender

they do not say

“you’re city”.

a man, not a businessman, carries his salt and pepper dog

into the back seat (

if the dog were a person

it’d be a reluctant child

being snatched away

from Mother Sea

and if it were possible

) the folds on the back of this man-not-business

look more worried than the dog in the car