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18 January 2011

Empath

Suddenly I’m weeping and weeping
for something I’ve lost and can’t get back,
something that was taken from me.
It all happened so fast, I wasn’t quick enough.

Yet it was a small item. Why am I so upset?
People not far away have lost everything.
‘Maybe that’s what you’re really crying about,’
my darling says — and I look at the words I used.

Yes, that must be it. I described exactly
what happened to so many in the recent floods.
I must be picking up the terrible grief
of thousands. And my tears continue to flood.

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