Saturday afternoon.
A few hours before work.
No spa weekend.
Twenty-two floors above
at a travel photo talk.
It made me yearn
for my blueberry moment,
y'know that movie
where Norah Jones left New York for Memphis
on a whim.
We left before it ended,
Faye and I.
While she's at the ladies
I soaked in this
magnificent cityscape
twenty-two floors below.
No this ain't New York,
but where's Memphis?
Addendum-sigh, Jake said my blueberry moment may never come. Foucaldian anopticons, systems, complacency... whatever. How strange to find an interesting colleague only to see him leave so soon.
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