. Bingo Ladies Gray-haired gals meet twice a week, Have their luncheon with the clique At the Wendy’s in Coppell. After they have talked a spell Off to northwest part of Dallas To the Giant Bingo Palace. First they greet the Palace guards Then select their lucky cards. Thirteen at a time they manage--- More the cards, the more advantage. Light their cigarettes and smoke, Void of levity or joke. In fluorescent light, like chalk, Faces pale, they do not talk. Sit with stern and steady gaze, Each one concentrates and plays. Bingo! On an Indian Star, Blackout wins the pickle jar, Bingo! On a Window Pane, Bingo! On a Picture Frame. Four o’clock, the games are done. They compare what they have won Smiling, bright, and pink of cheek, Plan to meet again next week. They drive back to where they dwell To kiss their husbands in Coppell. . . Mary Gardner is a poet living in Florida.