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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Ancient Love in the Safeway Parking Lot

He and his cane
shuffled over to her
side of the car
to open door.

He tucked his cane under
his armpit to use both
hands to straighten her
collar as she straightened
her creaky knees and
and rumpled clothes.

They tottered toward
the door with steps synced,
canes on the outside,
holding hands on the
inside.

I passed quickly,
then slowed my stride
to ask them how long
they had been married.

Sixty seven years he said
as he looked at her like he
must have looked at her
coming down the isle.

Winking, he said they
were thinking of making
it permanent.

Ahhhh. 
The holy permanence
of seasoned love.