So often have we faced a loss:
	perhaps a favorite doll disappeared during a play date
	a wagon vanished overnight from the front yard
	a pair of glasses but not the book
	a wallet from a locked hotel room
	an unexpected fire that started in the kitchen
	a home expropriated for an expressway
	a life denied by bombs and firefights

As if it had been ripped away, each loss left a scar
	a belief broken
	a past denied
	justice lost
	distrust, cynicism, paranoia

Why are there so few thieves, so many victims?


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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