we could all be in love is we all got real chill

I saw a rock,

shaped like a heart,

skipping across a lake—

like a girl on her way home.

Home,

where I never nap alone,

always waking with a dog, a cat,

or a man beside.

My sleepyheads, 

who never know hunger—

nor wonder if 2,200 sq. ft.

could stretch to hold one more.