Montpeyroux Sonnets IV

October 2021
The sun is out, and Julie’s still in bed
at noon, one, three, and still at half-past four.
Another bright October day, one more
spent walking, writing e-mails, solitude
become habitual, there, here. My mood
depends on the temperature outdoors,
and if the sky is bright or going dour.
I take one of two morning walks, once I’ve had
mint tea. Coffee, awakening’s elixir,
leaves a sour taste in my mouth now, a sour
stomach. Stasis. I wanted change, but not
to stop missing the espresso-pot
left in my Hamra kitchen the . . .