What Does He Want
What does he want? Pierre asks Jacques.
A taste of wine?
A bit of brie?
A tiny croissant perhaps?
Jacques guesses come as fast as abc.
This phantom monster of New York opens up his teeth.
The champagne pops, and the cork goes up, and down, and now beneath.
T-rex gulps, satisfied, and waddles away, with a swish and a glide.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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