We did not know
until recently
that it’s electricity
that makes
the chambers of the heart
fire up and keep us going
for all our many years.

Franklin had to fly a kite
and found it in the sky
with a lightening strike.

If he had known
what my heart doc does
he  wouldn’t have had
to try so hard to find a source.

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