Life is a Poem

HOSPITAL
I have to carry nitroglycerin with me
like a Native American carries a rabbit
leg.
My roommate is measuring his heart
rate.
The cleaning lady wanted to be a doctor,
but has stuck somewhere.
It’s snowing like it did when I was a
child.
I’m right in the middle of a conflict.
I love flowers on the windowsill.
My roommate is measuring his heart
rate again.
I’m waiting for the New Year’s Eve
2033.
I’m listening to a melody
About apple tree flowers
and the refrain – ref …

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