Just before Halloween this comes in. 
“Your 1st lover could not heal your mind through his skin.  
We read spume on his obscure chin.  
 
Then we happened to answer him at a clip, seeing double in hot sun 
and circles midair. We see his subtle flight.  Buried for dead but still in our view:  
If you can’t hear me you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist).   
 
It’s a mistake in tradition but it gets one to sleepwalk with one shoe in hand.   
 
I will find you.”