7.22.2004

friends

At the copy machine, they talked about traveling underground and not knowing the landscape above, about popping up here and there and getting puzzle-piece glimpses of the city they would call "home" for that year. They spoke in accents and from distant countries while the copy machine flashed and hummed. They would become friends, continuous . . .

2 Comments:

Blogger Santari Santari said...

i like this because i have been to that copy machine. the last line, however, doesn't have the finish i was anticipating. it has a "sound of one hand clapping" ending that leaves me standing a bit like a fool thinking I should know this.

7:20 AM  
Blogger allanom said...

The last line "makes" this piece....

11:50 AM  

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