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Periscope

She sat at my table,

mostly a stranger;

I provided tea and small talk

as I have been trained.

 

Later when I heard the news,

I wondered if I should have been braver,

let my larger ears peep through,

hauled out my periscope

so we could take turns

seeing from the trapped place

to a wider world.

 

I wonder if by showing her

these other ways I see,

I might have helped her

save her family.

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