new poetry books and a caramel latte

On a break from the insane amount of papers and studying this week, watching an SNL "Gilly" clip, and listening to the rain stop and start outside my window. Borrowed two poetry books from Emma, in the wonderful suite next door to me. Here's one from Jo Shapcott's Of Mutability.

"Cedar of Lebanon"

Not for climbing, its branches

are spread in flat planes

for maximum solar exposure,

scraggy underneath and green

melting into blue-green on top.

I do not know it, over there across the valley.

I cannot smell the sap from here,

nor think of it as mystical or healing.

I do not know why I want to speak

about vertical grooves and dark bark

the colour of elephant hide

or cracked pony, when it is not so.

Photos top to bottom: New Swedish ticking dishtowels from IKEA, re-organized bulletin board, mums being cut to dry so I can have flowers in my room all winter.