“The Wish” / poem by Sohaib “Sooby” Ahmed

My renegade pal Sooby (Sohaib) Ahmed is a fine poet in the “romantic” tradition (think Shelley, Keats et al) and often sends along his work for my edification. This one came along just before Ichiro came along so sharing here for the record. 

Though S. and i enjoyed wild adventures together in NYC/state, Providence and other environs, our most ridiculous times came the summer 1991 with dozens of Grateful Dead (and related) shows, music festivals, psychedelic parks, and the infamous Taos hi-jack incident.

Despite all of these hi-jinks, i don’t have a handy snapshot of him so instead a flyleaf of a book i mailed to him from Sri Lanka included as inadequate visual addition.

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I wish there were that us
There were, there were
Like we only did make
Like snowflake make
So too could and have when
It snow so like that,
And it was, it has
So its, such as, only such as
In that way, I’d had
Only and as we melt
I’ll ask, I wish
And, a way
Its all the less cold then there
Would be getting a wish
Being it so selfish
The snowflake we chance can be
Should I but be so
Brave and have
Wouldn’t suiting our imagination
Say can us both but be
Suited also, for it,
I wish, its a wish for yourself
So its, such as, only such
Only and as we melt
I’ll ask, I wish
And a way
Of it, if it,
That too heartfelt a what,
What a heart-felt for always.

 

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