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When It’s Over

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.” – Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver

“What kind of life is it always to plan and do, to promise and finish, to wish for the near and the safe? Yes, by the heavens, if I wanted a boat I would want a boat I couldn't steer.” ―  Mary Oliver,  Blue Horses

As Dogs

As dogs Rachel B. Glaser I try a new way of imagining people  as dogs as dogs it makes sense  why anyone would be drawn to do anything  just as dogs rub themselves  in patches of grass or suddenly lick a face as dogs you can surely forgive your mother because she makes a funny dog with frilly fur and worried eyes and as a dog, is it so bad  you spend so much time recalling a certain smell or staring too long and too intently at a torn leaf in a hot tub  a dog falls ill and says nothing over time, they destroy the things they love picture whoever is giving you trouble  or whatever part of you desires more than it has then see a dog  pulling against the chain gripping his neck or barely moving under a bench watch the dog run away from everything it knows do you blame them?