Things I Never Get Tired Of

by   Jess H. Brewer  

The shape of a breast,
          the touch of skin.
The tug of a fish,
          a flashing fin.
The looming hurdle,
          the mighty leap.
The joy of winning;
          to fly in sleep.
The color of peaches,
          the knowing of things.
The hunter's stalk,
          a mallard's wings.
The taste of beauty,
          the magic of math.
The thrill of taking
          an unknown path.
The very first time
          a program works.
The Physics community's
          limitless quirks.

Jess H. Brewer - ca. 1980 (?)