Instead of reflecting on a place in my travels for week 6, I wrote a poem, inspired by afternoon tea.


Little Glass Jar

from my jam at afternoon tea–

i like raspberry best,

but all they had was strawberry.

it had to do

i don’t like confrontation or complaining to strangers

who’s accents i don’t really understand.

“was it earl grey or darjeeling?”


things often just have to do.

you look nice perched  on my window sill next

to my pocket Oxford Dictionary.