Slender fingers plucked a shiny silver coin from behind my ear
And while I was distracted, grinning,
She stole my heart.
Under waving green maples
She set up her table, and from an old top hat
Her slender fingers coaxed a cloud of gypsy moths
And when the cloud rose,
The leaves fell.
Now I am buried in the barrens
Covered at a crossroads;
She spent my coin on a biscuit
And my heart on a whore
Leaving only my stupid dazzled desire,
Too dim to even know it should die.