Trees Poem by Jack Kerouac

Trees

Rating: 4.3


But a tree has
a long suffering shapeIs
spread in half
by 2 limbed fate
Rises from gray rain
pavements
To traffic in the bleak
brown air
Of cities radar television
nameless dumb &numb mis connicumb
Throwing twigs the
color of ink To white souled
heaven, with
A reality of its own uses

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 19 November 2019

nameless dumb &numb mis connicumb// beautiful rhythm

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Jack Kerouac

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Lowell, Massachusetts
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