Elegy for Youth
Gone is the florid notion
of invincibility, which was nothing
more than a blindfold
on a bicyclist, gone is the banal
confidence, which was just
mangrove in brackish water,
gone is the sorrowful boredom
into which summers buried
their spindly stingers
and left lazy poisons.
How I hated you,and longed to be able to mangle
