One could figure this "found" piece of art as lonely longhorn, stranded far from home on an OBX beach. I view it as a love letter to my favorite place, and see the quasi-heart shape in that bloviated bovine's "horns."
On a day of pinks and reds and even fuschias, I'd like to honor the somber brilliance of the beach. As soon as I hit NC 158 South, just past the Virginia line, I know I'm home.
I *heart* the beach. My valentine today is to its bright blues, its powerful cascades of rolling surf, its shades of buff and gray, its infinite particles of sand, which of course paint my heart with wonder at the sunrise, awe at the whipping force of huricane gales, but also at the relative peace in which its waters wash me.
Now that I've scribbled this homely declaration of love, I see how I could have crafted a poem, instead of this collection of slightly disjointed pieces of prose. But verse would not have paid the proper tribute.
I wear my heart, not on my sleeve, but on the crests of the whitecaps that rush to the shore. Happy Valentine's Day.