Up in the nosebleed section
one of nature's drones
surveyed the Old Timers
and apparently concluded that
they were a bit stringy
and perhaps a muscle pull or two
beyond their prime.
But it is autumn in Tucson,
a condition that makes
every hundred degree day of summer
worth having been sweat through.
People elsewhere are puttering in their yards.
The Tucson Old Timers, though,
like beef cured up on the roof of El Charro,
now brown and dried,
just get better.