Monday, August 19, 2013

4573. LAREDO

LAREDO
(for Mr. Glass)
There's not a moment too soon to spare
leaving late for the party my pumpkin is really
a carriage and my driver is a dwarf. That's so
much a preference for the modern day : I'd rather
be lost at large in Connecticut than down at home
with J.D. And, anyway, Uncle Wiggly I'm not.
-
I climbed the stairway in Cornish, New Hampshire,
to Salinger's house indeed, It was, of course, by
invitation - for Franny and Zooey and me. Some
reprobate took our coats at the door.
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Later that afternoon - we were eating cheese by
the cat and mouse - the sun did its level best
going down, and we watched the red sunset in
all earnest awe. The rest of the day had been hot.
And, anyway, Uncle Wiggly I'm not.

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