I’m not complaining. I’m halfway there to Fully Vaccinated for Covid-19. My body is in full-blown, mentally and physically exhausted mode. Not sure why these side effects are hitting me this hard but sharing here just in case this is something you’re feeling or will feel. You are not alone.
Another curious benefit of the shot? I’m on a poetry-buying spree. Time of impulse purchases? Middle of the night. If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right. 
(Fuzzy Wrath!) Latest buys: Robert Browning, Jean Valentine, Elizabeth Bishop. One love. One Art.
When I asked Bruce Springsteen what to do with his guitar, he said: “Play it!” Ask Elizabeth Bishop what to do with your poetry? “Write it!”
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop, “One Art” from The Complete Poems 1926-1979. Copyright © 1979, 1983 by Alice Helen Methfessel. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC, http://us.macmillan.com/fsg. All rights reserved.
PAMELA ROSS WRITES 
1. Sorry you are tired out. 2. NOT sorry you are buying and then sharing wonderful poetry. 3. I ADORE this poem on losing. It is truly one that is close to if not, perfection.
Love your writing. You need to do more of it and I know you will. Time is on your side. I hope all healing happens as it should and that we will not be lost or missing or out of luck too soon…..we need another workshop, more time for sharing more time for growing, more time for knowing. Hugs to you. Check out my fb page. I think (but don’t know for sure) that you missed the poetry reciting one from this week with my grandgirl. Hugs to you. And oh….that poem. I want to write like that.
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