There is a man beside his bicycle
wearing a three-piece suit
posing for a photograph.
A sphere spins a circle; a circle marks a plane.
A train moves forward,
moves away at top speed;
we can see the parallel lines meet at the horizon.
Though Euclid was blind, we can postulate
that he was a happy man;
Pythagoras had only to cross his eyes
to see the point ideal.