Our hearts go along
beating
regular
predictable
methodical
(even in their madness)
Lub-dubb. Lub-dubb.
I always love the same kinds of people
(even in my madness)
–and a dog is similar–
the ones who you can tell
need something
but they don't say it
not quite.
Lub-dubb. Lub-dubb.
You try and read them
amateurishly
no stethoscope defines
pattern
beat
rhythm
pace
(there is no stethoscope)
for love.
Lub-dubb. Lub-dubb.
And when you miss a beat
when something
interferes
skips
arrests
erupts
(a beat is missed)
to get the pattern back's
not easy.
Lub-dubb. Lub-dubb.
It takes a shock
and maybe
that's where we started
startled
astonished
(maddened)
enraptured.
Lub-dubb. Lub-dubb.
Beautiful.
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So grateful that Sam’s cardiac issues are not, all things considered, “serious”….sigh
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Good–poem and Sam and you!
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