You'd think we'd celebrate this milestone with a reflection on how much I love Boards of Canada's Music Has The Right To Children or maybe a quasi-amusing diatribe about the elderly and false eyelashes but no! It's to be noted with a poem. About riding the bus. Also, it's markedly unfinished.


Route 41

The boys and girls on the bus
are at most
six years younger than me

but the difference is
I am aware of the
diminishing significance

of six years. Newly, yes,
but bracingly
conscious of it;

and they cannot conceive
of a world that does not
exist for them alone.

These gods of youth
with the blind tyranny
of the young

are monkeying with the pulls
and rocking the bus
back and forth

as they dart on and off.
I can't remember how
to be young like this,

invincibly. I have never
felt old before. Like being
invisible, but still warm.


Thanks readers, for 702 great posts*!




*obviously not all of them were great. hell, barely any of them were even good. but most were serviceable, and that's what counts.