The Kerouac Summer


It’s the eternal summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
On the coasts of seas
I have been a fish, I have been a shell
And I followed centuries to this

It’s the last summer –
And all I have is you
The low yellow moon
Above the lamplit house
Fields that spilled with Haiku
And dreams won over by the Tao

It’s the eternal summer now
After birth, death, self-dialogue
I stretch out on the shore
Of reincarnated beauty, transcendental love.

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11 thoughts on “The Kerouac Summer

  1. Okay, I think I’m crazy because, The Kerouac Summer is also talking to me just the way 21st Chorus of Souls did. I don’t know if I’m falling into a pool of pensiveness, but I assure you it is something powerful!

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