Love is in the still flash of an H-Bomb
As it explodes over some Pacific atoll in 1958.

Love is in the eye of a dinosaur,
Its attention taken by a doomsday meteor
As it falls towards the Earth's atmosphere,
Streaking fire
And trace metallic elements from other systems.

Love is in the bond between electron and nucleus
Especially in potassium and zinc.

Love is in the warm jungle one night when a tiger brings back
The severed head of a Victorian explorer,
His face gripped by a raw rictus,
And the young of the litter skip and jump and feast well.

Love is in an igloo where an eskimo couple play scrabble
And argue over which words mean snow.

Love is in the G-Force of the planet
As it protects its own
And makes it difficult
for NASA's top astronauts to enter orbit.

It is in the eye of the fat boy with thick glasses
Who has chased down the empty roads of winter
After the bus on which his love is leaving town.

And who trips,
And picks himself up from the pavement
And stands there blinking in the sun.

And it is in the eyes of the girl looking behind her
For the boy who can't run fast enough
But whose photo she carries and poem she holds in her heart.

It is in the songs of Africa
And the songs of Asia
And the songs of America.

It is on the beaches of all the oceans,
Written by heels in the sand.

It is in the trees of all the forests,
Carved by hands in bark

It is in the air of all the winds
Sighed by lungs into sky.

It is the human curry.

And it endures.

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