Leaving Grand Central
by Helen Dano
Three conditions shamed his wanting a mate:
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.
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