flag of scripture as it floated
between the two buildings,
yours and mine. Mine, sleek
and slim at 182 stories and
yours, ornate and Gehry-like,
at 190 stories, looking like a
new animal every day. We had
had just walked to our offices
and gone to our respective
floors. I saw the fragile ob
ject floating flaglike through
the tiny window I have at my
cubicle, through which I can
see into my boss’ office, which
comes in handy when I catch
him asleep before his 5:45pm
appointment. As an added
bonus, I also caught your eyes
staring out of your 180th floor
office as you followed that
glimmering glass flag while it
floated between us and then
out over the boiling bay before
exploding into a swarm of color.
We immediately called each
other on our office phones
to ask what holiday the day
might possibly be. Neither of
us had been able to read any
of the text that seemed at first
to be of our very own language,
yet upon scrutiny was decipher
able to neither of us. We were
so caught off guard, giddily
unaware of what was being
celebrated or advertised.
