perfect timing,
as in,
doing a once around and through
to find an old couple departing in
the senseless maze of a parking lot
pulling out in that corner space near
the front--they must have had
your name on their lips, on their
suede coats in the early October
chill, your name printed meticulously
in the shopper, carelessly thrown into
their suburban driveway, subliminal
during their morning coffee,

yes,

perfect.