Says "Can I have a look too?"
I turn, see this gypsy girl
Big boots, long coat and headscarf
Hell's boots she is really pretty
And she even smiles at me
With a gulp say "Go ahead"
We can't see much but it's good
Taking turns "Look theres a clown"
So I swap places to see
She smiles at me as we change
Her eyes are so beautiful
For she keeps looking at me
And her skin is berry brown
Our heads so close as we look
At horses and animals there
And then as I breathe her in
I feel I want to touch her
She turns and says "Got to go"
So I say "I'll walk you home"
She looks shy but nods OK
Walking home we don't say much
But her warm hand is in mine
And we both squeeze the other
Just to check we're not dreaming
Before their camp, she stops, turns
There's but faint light at the camp
She waits, so I kiss her cheek
She thinks a bit then kisses me
"I like you", she says to me
"Me too", but she has run off home
Image of Circus, Budapest, 19th May 1920 by Andre Kersetz
