Flower

today i met the richest man in the world
he shook my hand and i shook his before we sat to down to talk.
he was buying me for his home
and needed to make sure i was just right so
he tested my wit,
then my strength,
then my patience.
from what i could tell he has one of everything
packed away inside display containers at his home
the location of which he refused to share,
but from clues I could discern that it is far.
neither him
nor i,
nor the blonde short waitress,
found what we were looking for at that coffee bar table.
smiling politely we exchanged farewells.
no hug goodbye,
i wonder if he is happy.