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



A Deserving Man...

He had known good love gone bad and bad love gone for good.
When the dust settled, as dust always does,
His heart was neither damaged nor afraid,
And love sprouted from the ruins and blossomed,
Made warmly available for her, the true woman he's always sought.

Despite its countless fatalities, even war creates survivors.  
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