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no sounds just jelly

#baguettediary #jellyfish #no brain just jelly #monterey bay aquarium

Trees are good at what they do,

at being oak or beech or yew.

They shake their leaves to make a breeze

and pop out blossom for the bees.

In crook of branch they’ll hold a nest

which, birds concur, is for the best.

On rainy days they shield the feller

who’s forgot his umbrella.

In summer they provide the shade

for picnickers out in the glade.

Inside their sturdy hearts of wood

trees are simply doing good.

In The Tree’s Defense, A.F. Harrold

#poetry #nature #trees #i like a good tree shield in the rain tbh #af harrold #in the tree’s defense #baguettediary

a letter was sent

but no one was there

no one at home

in the house of air

no window no frame

no number no door

between sixty eight

and sixty four

just a pit prop joist

wedged there to shore

two end walls peeling

patchwork squares

paint patterns plaster

layers on layers

unpicked by rain

and roots and years

like generations

a stray cat stirs

in the deep pile carpet

of rubble and briars

it’s one big room

just follow the stairs

zig zag to the sky

through invisible floors

a fireplace smoulders

green then flares

mauve buddleia

the postman stares

number sixty six

strange it was there

this time yesterday

he could swear

House of Air, by Philip Gross

#baguettediary #poetry #philip gross #66

nostalgically listening to a fall in hogwarts playlist as the world is burning up and I can’t go out outside without melting

#baguettediary

I’ve been exchanging letters with one of my friends from back in undergrad for the past year and now checking my mailbox is such a delight! I even bought special stamps to send her (and now I get the upcoming stamps catalog in the mail every few months)

#baguettediary #stamps

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,