After October

When first I saw these bones there was a heart
on offer, and I snapped a fuzzy pic.
I didn’t note the bottle then as part
of the display, and I confused the site’s
address. I sought the scene anew, a dart
directional my only clue to where.
On Halloween I found again this art.
By then the organ’d vanished, and by click
of phone the liquor spurred conjecture start.

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