THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Setting the Sails for Corinthia...

How many times has the night called me out like
a school-yard bully, standing in the shadows lurking?

How many distances have I crossed during fight or flight,
wrong or right, decision-making undertaking.

The banks of the opposite shores of seas of davoux green
are setting a homestead for we so weary travelers in ships sailing.
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