I met him at the corner of the street
Standing behind a pillar, in a cloak;
He raised his hand as if to say,
“I know you. We have corresponded. I’ll meet you
Again.” I went away
This poem was originally called “Unhorsed” and there must have been a reason for that, but I now find I’ve no idea what that reason was, so I’ve changed the title to something a bit less obscure.