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      December 28, 2021VanishmentsBob Johnston

      The art of losing isn’t hard to master
      —Elizabeth Bishop

      Mysterious disappearance is the official name that means insurance will refuse to pay
      for vanished statuettes or diamond rings or the ordinary daily loss of keys and pens
      and checkbook and glasses but these vanishments are not really all that mysterious
      since matter is mostly empty space and any slight relaxation of the binding force
      will disperse the electrons as a cloud and nuclei as dust that settles out of sight
      but when yesterday disappeared the vanishment was much more noteworthy
      for even if yesterday was not too memorable it was still twenty-four hours
      and its disappearance gave a faint plop as air rushed in to fill the vacuum
      then a whole year vanished namely 1976 with many events probably
      then everything since 1928 leaving only some childhood memories
      and the routine of daily life continued as if there were still a past
      with eating sleeping laundry shopping rambling conversations
      with people who were still here but they sometimes dimmed
      and scenes that faded out like mirages or maybe ghosts
      of years of long ago or now or years not yet to come
      while man and all his works have passed from view
      and the landscape once full of streams and trees
      is barren and the horizon narrows and now
      the sun disappears and then
      the moon and stars
      and I am alone
      on high mesa
      naked
      afraid

      from Issue #15 - Summer 2001

      Bob Johnston

      “The poetry they taught us in school convinced me that this stuff was for wimps, weirdos, and girls. It took me fifty years to see the light, and I’ve been trying to make up for lost time ever since. At least I know now what I want to be when I grow up.”