Buying Tires at Costco

I was in Anchorage
Costco check-out line
she was buying tires
I was buying wine,
Late October
threatening to snow
I casually asked
had she anywhere to go,

Tire guy had told her
might take all day
to mount her tires
she said well okay,
About an hour later
in her hot tub with my wine
seemed the day
was turning out just fine,

She was the kind of woman
that I found attractive
both funny and serious
passive and active,
Her hair was cut short
looked nice in the nude
very unpretentious
liked Italian food,

The bottle of wine
didn’t last long
I opened a second
we shared our favorite song,
Talked about the weather
old lovers that we had
both platonic and sensual
both good and bad,

Late afternoon
text from the tire guy
laying on our backs
the ceiling like a sky,
In her bed not wondering
the right or the wrong
Alexis playing
our new favorite song,

Took her back to Costco
drove the long way
both agreeing
it was a special day,
She had plans for dinner
she didn’t say who
but every time I hear that song
I’ll think about you,