We left the place in disarray, a scrambling mob,
Those who pursued us could not get near,
But still we ran, screaming and calling
In sheer exuberance. Of life we were full
And the joy that overflowed was pure,
distilled, youthful ecstasy. Our energy could
Not be quieted by the rules imposed from without,
And it flowed in its restless stream along the streets.
Finally, we stopped running, a nervous thread,
The awareness of what had been carried out
Expressed through glances. No, nothing
Could ever be the same again