as the world turns

my friend Kamil

at the bank,

who works the drive-thru

window,

with his turban and amazing

white mustache

that twirls

past his cheeks,

informs me

about the cd rates.

five percent, he says.

you need to come in.

he's wearing

a new tie and a new shirt.

i think he's in

love.

there's a glow about him.

and then

i see Tina, the clerk

at the desk

from Pakistan

come up behind him,

with a plate of cookies.

she smiles,

and touches his arm.

ah ha.