Friday 19 June 2020

Jack Kerouac, Three haiku


Three Kerouac haiku, at random, as the book fell open:


The hermit's broom, 
  the fire, the kettle 
  -  August night.


 Dawn - the writer who
     hasn't shaved, 
Poring over notebooks.


 Blizzard's just started 
    all that bread scattered,
And just one bird.




In Lowell








 






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