Gravel Heart

by solaris2001

Staring out my window I see

A muddy lake of rainwater standing

Still in the gravel lot

Heart-shaped and surrounded

By deep vinyl record grooves made

By tires coming and going but gone

The robins bob and peck peaked in the dry air

And boldly, quickly, lands a cardinal

A drop of blood leaking from a rippled ventricle

Bathing and drinking as the robins look on

Inquisitive, ubiquitous, inculcated to stare

At the crimson crown atop the invader

Who, hearing his mate call from up on high,

Leaves the heart emptier, drying in the sun

Breaking through the midday clouds

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