The Exhibitionist

I was drinking my coffee
In a beautiful garden
When a man came by
And opened his coat
His small thing dangling
In the autumn breeze
He did not seem excited
Neither was I

I saw him again
Walking around in his coat
With bare feet and a limp
Not minding the cold
He opened his coat
In front of a lady
With her hand on the mouth
She started to laugh

I returned home from work
As he sat on a bench
And cried awfully
His hands over his face
The coat was closed
His feet still bare
Was it a broken heart?
An unfulfilled desire?

Looking out of the window
First snow peacefully falling
As I saw him jumping
With his coat open
From a branch on a rope
He was dangling
In the winter breeze
He did seem excited
Either was I