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



The existence of many options...


Perhaps it was the color of the morning’s first impression.
Or perhaps it was the way the sun so recently declined into the solid line of final and forever.
Today, either way, I now know of the alterations that must be made,
In order to ensure progress through to yet another similar thread in time.

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