A strawberry got stuck in an elevator.
Another found time to see a therapist.
It was a ripe hour of divesting secrets long-buried.
The therapist gave the strawberry a lottery ticket.
The elevator juddered, moved and arrived on the eighth floor.
The lottery ticket was not a winner, the hour was most rewarding.
We ask: is this a metaphor…who is the strawberry…are we praising therapy?
Give us an hour and we’ll probably find out.
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