5.

CATCHER IN THE RYE

(DEDICATED TO JD SALINGER)

Catcher in the Rye
I try to catch a bird.
almost died
I met her, and I tried.

Now, I’m in Arizona, when this happened
My wife had died
And I mourned in a sombrero
A lover of music, she and I.

I got on a horse to nowhere
Only my book, Don Quixote and I.
The passage of time was quick, and there was no wet on my lip.
Then, I saw a mirage!

Slowly, I remembered all the journeys that I’ve taken.
With my memories in the background, I saw was an oasis.
I bucked to my senses and slap my horse, Rocinante.
My trusted Workhorse.

I’m now a lawyer again like I was before.
I should be dead, a skeleton in the desert;
If it were not for Don Quixote, my Mexican brother,
and the bird which brought me to the Rye.