Bogart’s

I’m at that age:
I remember the times
young men would catcall
and whistle.

It never offended me.
I was impressed by their taste.

Walking to our reunion,
I hope you recognize me.
Time and circumstance have
rendered me different.

Jittery with anticipation,
I drop my purse as a car
full of those young men
drives by.

Bent down,
picking it up,
I hear
“Nice ass.”

I’m ready to see you again.