Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


when last i sent you

when last i sent you 
to the square to purchase
paper and ink

the coins i gave you tarnished
in your pouch
during the time you stopped to watch
and i waited for the widow girl
to dance a bavarian
hand clap and knee slap and heel tap

then i waited for her to see you

then waited for her to dance
with a partner invented
by her own imagination

a step forward and a step
and then a step to the side

then a spin that spread
her skirt out like a bell

then a step
into a circle and a step a step

all afternoon i waited for you

and that she danced with you
that was your excuse


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