Kerouac In The Valley

by Samuel De Lemos

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Kerouac in
San Joaquin
valley strove-
picking cotton
he temporarily
stayed.

Who would have known
the fields so ripe-
Modesto,
Madera and Fresno-
smell, so
delightful
At night.

If you’ve ever
been here-
The Delta air
fragrantly moves
through
The pregnant fertile
vines…

Sun and heir
People stare
But ultimately
don’t care
what to
Think…

Words and visions-
bright life flares.
Calling it a day,
brings on the
the blissful night..
lovingly-
in dimly lit
Passionately
heated
rooms.

Dew springs
Painted flowers-
field of wet backs.
Occasionally a
lily so bright!

I’ll never see you again
Now, today, tomorrow
and
always…

But, your words
Jack,
of your visit here-
will forever
affectionally remain.

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