Red
Pop with a Twinkle
Sitting
peacefully upon my bench
Drinking
scenery and red pop,
When,
without any warning,
He
appears out of air before me.
About
as tall off the ground
As
my knee (and just as wide),
Legs
come out of his shorts
Like
white toothpicks out of a dark sky.
He
has a twinkle in his eye,
The
look of the Artful Dodger.
A
shy, quiet "Hi" precedes the storm,
"CanIhaveadrink,canIhaveitall?"
My
heart won, I hold out the bottle.
In
a flash, he and the red pop disappear.
Only
the twinkle remains with me.
His
father, not knowing of the transaction,
Chases
him back to return my drink.
The
bottle returned, he takes back his twinkle.
And,
with regret, I return to my bench
Drinking
scenery and red pop.