Leaving Grand Central

by Helen Dano
(NYC NY)

Three conditions shamed his wanting a mate:
aching bones,
incontinency,
gray hair too thin to dye.


But it's Saturday morning, and it is spring
and he is shuffling along, chortling, happy.
He has found someone to love, afterall;
she loves him back, too.

And they are holding hands,
making a dash --just like everyone else--
to catch the shuttle leaving
Grand Central for Times Square.