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 Moment of Realization (e.g.)...

Only after it rains and a sweet, settled air blankets the woods
and dampens the usually crisp leaves and barking wildlife;

Only after the clouds’ exhaustion
and only a few remaining leaves tilt and dispose their cupped contents;

Only after the humid atmosphere turns brisk
and the winds are felt against the flank of every face;

And, only after a single daring, juvenile bird returns to song
and all remaining members of aves join the chorus…

Only after this fraction of a single observation does one recognize his or her role within the system of events that occur, that will occur with or without them, like clockwork.

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