friend, Kamil, is gone.
retired,
the replacement girl says.
he was
the teller
at the drive thru
of my
local bank.
i've known him
for over twenty years,
as much as anyone
can know a person by
seeing them
through
bullet proof glass,
and talking into a garbled
speaker.
the first time i went
to his window
he was wearing
a Turban
and had a long grey
beard,
ala Bin Laden.
he could have been his
twin
brother,
but i never reported him.
eventually he shaved
the beard,
and took off the turban,
replacing it with a spiffy
grey Fedora.
he was nice.
friendly.
grandfatherly.
sometimes he would
throw a lollipop
into the bin
when he pushed out
the drawer holding
my receipts.
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