Early morning a dog appears.
He seems to have some clear goal in mind,
Trotting merrily through the town square,
His tail swinging behind him.
He bobs along a low terrace wall,
Stepping in and out of the shade
Of the neatly lined trees
Besides the cafe fronts and hotel terrace
Where a waiter is wiping tables
And preparing for the morning coffee drinkers.
While the dog presses towards his silent goal
As the sun slants up and pauses momentarily
With an old man and school children
For a changing traffic light
Before continuing out of view;
Towards the beach, towards the road
Towards the mountain, where the sun climbs.
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