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Not a Black-or-White Matter
Key West pier –
someone has left
a pair of mismatched shoes
I'm standing at Teddy’s window. The bay shimmers as if layered
with crystal blue sequins. Teddy had six months to live – 18
years ago. Yesterday, a new hospice nurse asked him "Why
are you wearing different color shoes?" (One was orange. the
other green.) "So I know which foot to put them on," quips Ted,
a faux frown crossing his face, but not hiding his smile.
Today, Ted has on one red shoe and one yellow shoe. Another
nurse can not resist the clichéd question. "So I know which foot
to put them on," says Ted with a twinkle that belies his pained look.
In a week, though, there are no more questions about the shoes,
no noticing of Ted’s long-time iconic trademark. We all wish life
were different, but “Theodore’s Wake” is followed by “Ted's SALE.”
And Teddy’s prized possessions are sold – in matching pairs.