Kings at 23

I envy the boy's confidence
I envy dancing in the square
body articulate with majority
I envy the sport-literate, vodka-born blonde
not for her head but her
knowledge
I envy the summer radiating out of his knees
I envy the capacity within their faces
and their counting backwards
ten at the top to
zero
I envy his small smirk
and especially that it
holds only benevolence
I envy youth as if I were old
even though those born today
envy me