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Hotspur8@aol.com
Tue, 08 Jul 1997 17:23:14 -0400 (EDT)
in keeping true to the essential ingredients to this list i leave it with
this slight and oh so little offering.
Ode to J.D.
I hope that you’re happy cooped up in your nest
Surrounded by that moat
with sharks and crocodiles abreast
Like an old friend I wonder how you are
yearning for your voice,
your stories,
or even a picture of you—at the store
The first I ever laid eyes upon you
was in black and white
you’re hair slicked back, all dapper in dress —
But now, the last, an image rather weathered and torn
your hair so gray and belly so round
it’s a wonder you’re the same man
who made Holden abound
Whatever became of our good ol’ Buddy
--the three novella wonder--
whose wit was so fierce and all so rare,
or his siblings whose insurmountable problems
seemed to hang suspended in mid air
A lover of your clarity and admirer of your pain
I shall wait until the end of my time
to read of the love and heartache, joys and strain,
your endless search for purity and reason,
that forever plagues your readers in vain--
(your fame.. oh your fame).