Late-Afternoon Valentine

I collected these heart-shaped rocks from the beach this past summer on the island of Gotland, in Sweden. Weathered, scarred, and misshapen, the bad poetry absolutely writes itself.

I usually keep my hearts of stone in a box (you see what I mean about the bad poetry?), but I took them out today for Valentine’s Day.

Early Valentine

This morning, I was greeted by a very distinct salt-stain heart on the sidewalk outside my building. I am happy to report that I was correct in taking it to be a good omen for impending matters of the heart. The cardiogram I had at my physical today was just fine!