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Breakfast with Mary Oliver
Thursday, January 24, 2019
It's been a while, again. I've been thinking, and life happens. Here's a poem. Breakfast with Mary Oliver The rain is a deluge for waking, dark and heavy, a blanket beyond my blankets. I move slowly into the kitchen, dreaming Mary Oliver’s voice,“Pay attention, that’s what I can do. ”I pour coffee and glance to a covered pan of last night’s sautéed mushrooms on the stove. Oh, what a waste. I won’t waste the cooking of them. I won’t waste the bit of life left in them [...] more