Picking Up the Pieces

Reluctantly I select one.
Meaningless; set it down.

Bored, I ponder others.
These to the left; those up top.

Angry, I’m seeing red.
To the right with those.

Puzzled, I look up.
“It’s forming a picture.”
“Yes,” smiles the therapist.
“That’s how this works.”

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dVerse Quadrille #61, Puzzle