Therapy, a beginning, though we began long ago
I must remember
The red iron ore heart stone
On the glass table.
The fountain flowing
In the background of the space
Sun through the windows
I locate myself
Green plaid chair, red soft pillows
At my back, my lap.
He locates himself
Pillow at his back, black chair,
Waits for me to talk.
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