it's april again. gray skies and term papers and mended hearts. and national poetry month, borrowed adoringly from http://www.marvco.com/
RAIN
Raymond Carver
Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.
Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.
Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.
ash @ 4:16 PM