Notice, the artist says,
how tenderly Rembrandt paints
this slipped-off shoe.
The prodigal kneels before the father
his left sole exposed, an empty sandal
fallen between his fallen knees.
I am waiting for my daughter
to come home. I try to imagine
the press of her head
against my chest, my spread hands
blessing her back as this father’s hands
reach from beneath a thick red shawl.
While I wait I wear the clothes she left.
An organic cotton coat in black
from H&M. A long blue sweater
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