i was sitting in the waiting room
at the doctor's office.
a frail old woman appeared
from my right,
she shuffled to the desk,
and talked to the nurse
for a moment
about a procedure.
her just-as-frail husband followed her.
she leaned on him.
he held her up.
he helped her to her seat.
he got back up and
listened to the instructions
from the nurse.
then they sat together in the waiting room.
i sat behind them.
she lay her head on his shoulder,
"yes, they want to make sure the
cancer is gone."
"so they just want to squeeze me again?"
and then he leaned over and whispered to her,
something i cannot repeat,
but lord, it almost made me blush,
and then they both giggled like teenagers.
and doesn't it just goes to show,
that men never change.
how lucky, lucky for us.