A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun
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