Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman! Ah we’ve had such great times with you, singing the body electric, working on our phrenology…
Hey, remember when we played that game of baseball and no one really knew what they were doing because it was 1846?
Remember when you said that nothing, not even God, was greater than the self?
Or that time you wrote some steamy erotica?
What about that terrible time you had during the Civil War?
Or when we got into that argument about slang?
In the end, we loved just sitting on the stoop with you, kicking back few beers, watching the people, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants.
Don’t ever change, Walt.