A Note of Thanks

             “Honey, get it while you can.” —Janis Joplin

A well-kept black Buick crept through the parking lot
as if time no longer mattered, eventually found a spot
and cautiously, came to a stop.

Thank you elderly man in hip denim jacket and worn
baseball cap who creaked in slow motion around the back
to the passenger’s side to aid a small woman,
her one daring toe touching pavement.

Thank you stylish high heel with striped sock,
frail and waiting

Thank you, practiced precision, their arms gently clutched,
easing her up

When steady, she held him with the wide smile of true love
while arranging a too-large sweater

Oh thank you, smile and tangled clothes

He leaned down low, eyes closed.
Even their kiss was slow.
Thank you.