A Loon in June

My spoon as big as a springtime moon, I sit at this old table, my cereal so cold and able, and I think, oh, if only the sink were empty, the dishes done, oh then, I think, there would be sun. In the background, some singer croons, love will come, she tells me, soon. Outside, I look, it's far from noon(!!!), but there on the horizon--at its very start--what first appears to be a stray balloon is, in fact, a big fat heart!