A Dance

I met him
Under a snowing sky
And he challenged me
To a dance in his home town
A dance in Hungary
A dance in Budapest
I found my way to
His home town
To Hungary
To Budapest
I breathed it in
The paprika chicken
And the steaming spas
And public baths
I saw the river
And the trams
Buildings so old and
Gracious and
Hand-crafted
Hand-painted
Breathtaking
He took me dancing
In his hometown
Where locals played their
folk music
And locals danced
To their own private song
He was the
Biggest man
So light of foot
Comfortable
In his hometown
He led
And I simply
Followed

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