Jake's Flea Market

he came to the door of my chamber at elsinore
  		
at the hour in which the legs of chairs
and table legs   their shadows just begun
to appear and i just begun to wake   he knocked  		

waited at the door for my feet 
that all night had warmed themselves under sheets   
blankets   covers   under the bedding to be bared
to the christmas time cold   to be walked
across the stones frosted by the fireless hearth	

my opening the door   i gave too much