Alone, in old
 clothes, sipping wine
Beneath the moon

A long island
 in the sky
The Milky Way

A long way from
 The Beat Generation
In the rain forest

Alpine fir with
 snowcap’t backround –
It doesn’t matter

America: fishing licenses
 the license
To meditate

Am I a flower
 bee, that you
Stare at me?

A million acres
 of Bo-trees
And not one Buddha

Among the nervous birds
 the morning dove
Nibbles quietly

Jack Kerouac Collected Haikus*