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
Confronting Ills...
It is not the darkness with which the candle's light dances upon,
Nor is it the treetops that which the moonlight turns blue-gray;
It is the onset of great change...
Stemming from opportunity handed over by those who have steered ills your way.
No comments:
Post a Comment