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



From Where I am Going...

It is said that the sun – at a precise moment just as its top levels with that of the Pacific’s edge – will release a powerful radiance of shimmering green, a flash.

This instance is captured mostly within stories surrounding the notion of “you blinked and missed it! I, however, saw it all.”

At a precise moment just as one thought slips into the next I envision Denmark and smell her fields, and chimneys, and stony harbors.

This instance is infrequent yet surrounds the notion of “I saw it all.”
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