He watched from under his hat brim
all the long-legged, bronzed girls with swinging hair.
Men took him to Hooters and laughed
when the waitress brushed his shoulder with her breast
and his face flamed like a summer sunset.
When he was forty he found a woman.
She moved in with him, her and her cats
and her knickknacks and Welcome sign in the yard.
She was big and bold and loud and scattered belongings
like leaves in a thunderstorm.
He retreated to his garage, fiddled with tractors and mowers;
the woman knew better than to go near.
Soon even sex could not atone for the loss of peace.
She was gone as quickly as she came,
and left the rusty Welcome sign swinging on its hanger.