Kit Toda

Dining with a Picasso

We had decided to dine out
with our latest Picasso.
The Picasso sat at the head of our table. It looked at us both.
We sat looking at each other. We did not move
lest we realised, fork poised,
that the naked, smudge-faced boy with the horse
was drinking our wine.

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