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One by One
It started with the shoe. Someone took the shoe.
Then, the picture and the pillbox disappeared,
And after that, the books and dress shirts.
I tell you this because it will happen to you.
Not exactly like this—not these items in this order,
But one thing, a ring or a blouse, will go and then
The keys and the bicycle and the paperwork.
A van will transport you to the new place.
Men in uniforms unlock the doors but they forget
To take in the dog. No one has the bedding
Or the lamps. Things might as well be strewn
In a field. Frankly, a field with lamps and rugs
Sounds quite nice. That’s a field I want to live in,
Before it’s too late, a spread where all the lost things
Are displayed and I’m perched, happy, among them.
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