WE arrive On the beach at noon
i park my white car nearby
the sun is at its top
whirling so much heat
the white dog on my side
is breathing through its tongue
i sit on a coconut trunk
uprooted by a storm last night
the sea is calm and silky blue
there are no foot marks on the sands of the shore
when this dog chases a stray cat
it will just be me left alone again.
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