Tuesday, December 16, 2008



says ambition,

nervously shifting her weight from one boot to another -
why don't you get going?

For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness,

I don't want to sell my life for money,

I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

- Mary Oliver

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