That’s the porch of the Lupine house.
Afternoons I sleep upstairs,
In the sun, on the porch, in October,
I remember the dry leaves
in the blue sky.
I remember one day being parked in the
wickerbasket
Baby carriage, under huge old tree,
In family photos we’ve preserved it,
A great elm rising from dust
Of the little uphill road –
By dry hedges on a late afternoon
In November in the North, sun warm
But air cold, I am wrapt
And beswallered in sweet ebony
With wraps and puffcream caps
And chinkly pinkly pink baby,
Gleering at the world with little
wet lips,
Glad, Ah John,
-that tree is still standing
but the road has moved over.
Such is the might of the baby
in the seat
He hugens to re-double
the image, in words.
100th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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