October This October when I miss you at my right along an angel lengthin the outbreak crying in mistletoe lonliness October is plenty galeit shifts its gazethrough eagle skiesstretching under the rain, its voice over the shinny skin there, flames turn greenand defoliate the crystalline blood of many solitudes This Octoberthere are seeds trembling their conditionand they stay crossing oceans of windwith certified folds into equestrian ploughsmore candles and waitsand you, also I miss you Octoberthe same canvasthat encircles the earthuniversal lovegenderless souls or alcovethirst bloomdreams asleep... copyright-Susana Roberts-Argentina