Edward Baranosky
“Elegy to Jack Kerouac,” “Elegy for Amelia Earhart,” and “Among the Ruins”
It seems as if you still stroll across a fallow field,
Walking forever past all the things Nirvana offers,
And you stumble onto the right words that take
Their place around the Great Mandala,
And the air that rises on the road you left behind,
And everything that cannot speak after you—Now
Walking forever past all the things Nirvana offers,
And you stumble onto the right words that take
Their place around the Great Mandala,
And the air that rises on the road you left behind,
And everything that cannot speak after you—Now