Dolce:
1.
From the middle latitudes, prevailing westerlies
settle into their destinations
––and on a heading northeast by east
approach the mouth of Mount Hope Bay
––and driving further northward lay their introductions
upon the red-cedar clapboard at the banks
of the Taunton River running southward
––and there from a window's perch the young
cat, black and glistening considers her acquisitions.
(In the distance, muted rolls of thunder serve
as prelude to rejuvenating rainfall.)
2.
An interlude of sorts finds the breakfast table set
with seedless rye toast, glaze of pineapple marmalade, and coffee;
"a highly intense dark roast with smoky undertones and dried
fruit notes" as the bag romances the bean will come to be.
epilog:
The short-haired black patters to her station
enlightening the pale indifference of linoleum
when a knock at the door intrudes upon the morning's suite,
and I respond without apprehension to the unexpected.
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