The world thrills me
with its wildness:
erratic temperatures,
death, emotions,
and sometimes pain, but

Dogs are nice.
Children hold on
and grant us hope for
innocence. Ice cream,
the smell of shampoo
when a pretty girl's
hair coyly falls
on your face
in summer,
things that
come in beds,

Richter's plastic lobster,
the animals of fluff, Jesus,
and people to lean upon
and be leaned upon by;

How beautiful

are the soft
things we cling to
because we are
so starved
for love.