I’ve begun to eye
the older guys, the
poets, chess players,
retired brick layers,
how they scribble on
the back of envelopes, 
how they get up 
out of chairs, how 
they use old age to look
a beautiful woman
straight in the eye,
I can see my cohorts
angle out of fishing
trips, decline
the incline, prefer to
be unmated, play for
the draw