Mary Oliver, “Black Oaks” in Blue Iris.
transcribed for screenreaders or any other purpose:
Listen, 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.

















