Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


in the sun brillianced square

in the sun brillianced square

my saturday shadow had shrunk
down to the small
circle in which i stood

loudly the gander flocks gaggled
and more loudly the merchant throngs
and the throngs of purchasers haggled

i received
free rumours of plagues and of wars
free news of birth and of death

i was offered cabbage and kale
offered turnips and carrots
garlic and leeks beans and peas
spinach and lettuce good king henry
pork lamb poultry

before i bought a loaf
of rye bread for a pfenning or
for a pfenning a pound of cheese

a chemise for a half thaler
or for a whole thaler i was offered
a barrel of peasant wine

before my shadow lengthened
i escaped the sun blinding market
through the door into the black eagle
into the dark dimmed with torches

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