Friday, April 20, 2012

modified from the original

The art of losing:
filled with the intent
to be lost.

Accept the fluster,
the hour badly spent.
The art of losing,

losing farther, losing faster:
where it was you meant
will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch.
Three beloved houses went.
The art of

two cities,
two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but

(the joking voice, a gesture
I love)
too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!)

(One Art by Elizabeth Bishop)

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