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 Glance Up Knowing...






Just about everything seems aligned,

Uncommon occurances in recent weeks.

Notwithstanding my chosen lines

Intended for she the target of speech:

"Perhaps in days coming, else laid in the shade,

Everything's shone stunning...

Resembling your ways."

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