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



Weakness at the Whistle




The railway billows
The oily ties
The rust & paint flakes
The platform awaiting.

8:00pm Ticket
Cardstock with corrugated edges
Two old books
Pack of cigarettes

A subtle change of heart
Though only as a flash
A swallow in the station’s peak
...He’d get on.
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