i have conducted a comprehensive survey - it’s true: the heart is a bird.
robins are colored almost like blood coursing, blood rushing to the cheeks.
they have wings that flutter like how nervous middle schoolers are for their middle school slow dance.
i don’t think a robin would make a good pet though it could be caged, caged like a heart trying not to be in love
which looks like an arrow arguing with the fingers about to let go.
migratorius means to move away, away from winter and the snow dusted grass,
the car windshield frost-covered glass, away from bitter cold like the heart and lovers and a dead bedroom.
the bones resting in wings are fragile and easily broken
and if a robin’s heart skipped a beat, i’m not sure you could tell.
because there are approximately 328 beats every minute and this makes sense,
for it takes great deal to leave
this sweet earth but can you imagine how little it would take
for robin to be crushed by windshield, cat jaw, sliding door clean like the smell of Spring skies after rain.