We, The Youthful Sinewy Races, All The Rest On Us Depend

Racing around Buckingham fountain in paper hats.

But I couldn't race because I was on crutches.

Later that night we ate cake on the elevated train and shared with anyone we met. They gobbled as we did eagerly with fingers and fury.

The conductor came over speaker and sang happy birthday.

We got lost in ourselves and this city.

I don't talk to most of the people I shared that night with.

Yet I think of it now. So strong in my mind. So penetrating in my sentiments. What I struggle with most right now is deciding if I miss it.

"o you youths, western youths,

so impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship"