twenty-one questions
what wouldn’t I give to have her
standing beside me as equals
memorialized in photography
hand in hand and slightly smiling
leaving the onlooker wondering
people believe what they want to
be they of royal blood or privileged
commingling among the masses
like commoners on market square
as if no hierarchy or caste system exists
by invitation only or by chance anyone
may find us having tea in the rose garden
passing along taffy and king trumpets
and half-heartedly laughing
answering any and all questions
may two thousand nineteen
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