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



To you to choose or hesitate and lose...



The window open though only a gap,
Leaves wide'a'view of me for you.
With ironed shirt, my cane and cap,
Comes I through tree-lined Avenue.

A declaration of nervous intent
Rehearses through the gentleman's mind.
O'er and o'er practice was spent
Objective: Delivery, myself to thine.

Two hands set down on picket white.
Ensuring tie and pocket square
Are as the time correct and right
Before the moment: thought and prayer.

Shall you present at fence-line gate
I'll make attempt at subtle prose.
Though should thou choose to tarry and wait
I'll turn and pause then sigh and go.
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