Charlie Brown

Schultz must have
had it
right.

Sunday afternoon
tired, torn-up,
terrible
digesting a bag of
greasy chips
rumbling in the land
of lunch
and you hid under my
chair
let me brave the
vacuum
until I scooped you up
and kissed
and canoodled
eyes
filled teacups
steeped in the water of
happiness.

Schultz must have
had it
right.

Puppies make everything
infinitely
better.