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



And the Seas Called Upon Luke...

I wish winds upon the sails of my cannon-sided vessel,
Leaving the images of York to my memory alone.
Alas, these were the moments that I oft' tried to tell her:
Of the sea and its abilities to draw dry men from their home.

Oh, Southern waters I'd cast my shirt open to your warming;
And, Oh, wintery ice I'd break thee apart aside the rest.
But lo, I fear my cannons fire is only my mind's creating.
Still, these exist in dreams as the seconds love best.

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