Cardiac Arrhythmia

In the kitchen, a red tulip in hand,
my heart, which has been through a thing or two—
stops 

frozen inside the eye 
of a tornado

1 (thousand)  2 (thousand)  3 (thousand)  4 (thousand)

then starts. 

I resume arranging my 78th birthday 
flowers, but I am changed,

catching a glimpse

of something I wasn’t 
supposed to see.

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The Alchemy Spoon, Issue 14 

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