we ride the train home.
it's packed, there's
nowhere to sit, so we stand and hold
onto
each other, the pole,
the person in front of us,
the strap of his back pack.
we'll get through this together
he says.
he's young and strong.
optimistic.
we look at one another and nod.
oh, to be young again,
that fearless
and strong.
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