A lonely dog rolls
On the carpet of a sidewalk cafe.
Basking in the joy
Of spring sunshine.
The waiter makes an half-hearted effort
To schwoosh the dog away.
Instead the dog gets
A scrap of something
And happily makes his way.
Moments of kindness
Ring louder
Than church bells
In this quiet, polite town.
War clanged through here years ago.
Pounded it quite flat in the Second War.
Starved it during the Homeland War.
But now it's just the quiet sound
Of Adidas and Converse walking around.
