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This poem was inspired by my work with a patient whose sessions evoked powerful images and feelings of longing to write and dream.
She lost her shoes every day.Well, she didn’t really lose them, they just got lost.In the rubble of other lost shoes,and incomplete pairs of shoeseach morning her father dug throughand pulled a pairA matching pair usually, but an unmatched pair occasionally.The pink ones, or one pink one, and one orange one, were happily secured.And whether or not they matched her dress,