Vagabond

Vagabond I found a sweet shop in the middle of nowhere, bought a box of Swiss chocolate, took my sack of hay given to me by a kind farmer for a mattress. I sleep on top of the kitchen table for fear of rats, with only a horse blanket and hard oak. The candy seller’s daughter is getting married to her own image, a gilded mirror. Last night I fell off the table dreamed I was back at sea and the ship was pitching and rolling; bet I gave the rats a fright. I went to the wedding of the candy man’s daughter, it was a sweet affair, the priest had a sugar rush, he cried when she tenderly kissed the looking glass.