I pass the time by turning the pages,
of his works past,
and I wonder if the other early morning passengers,
dark circles shadowing their irises,
perceive my Salinger examination
as cliché simply because he has passed
not too long ago-
do they peg me as a fake, following, fan?
I found out on Facebook,
“R.I.P. J.D.” shown on my screen
as the most recent of status updates
and that was the extent of the goodbyes bid
and I cried for Holden
for he’ll never figure out where
the flock of ducks fly
once the lake freezes over
I would like to think that Holden has begun
a detective agency of sorts,
ya know,
to unveil all the phonies of the world
and I cried for Holden
for he’ll never figure out where
the flock of ducks fly
once the lake freezes over
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