the business meeting

it smells like
a bad idea.
stinks, in fact.
but let me run it
by you,
she says dragging
on a camel.
she's wearing a pink
dress.
a rattle snake
handbag under
her arm.
can you do something about
that sun, she
says, staring into
the bright yellow glare
coming into the window.
no, i tell her.
it's the sun. what is
there to do about?
i guess nothing she says,
but here's my idea.
we can get rich
on it.
but i'm already rich i
tell her.
so what, she says. who
doesn't like more money?
okay.
what's your idea?