First person that catches the eye
In the rye,
Where under the pretense of play on the sly
Come kids,
And, persistently learning to fly,
Stain fingers with dust
From the lightbulbs up high;
Where, crossing the streets,
One might just vitrify
By accident,
Not having bidden goodbye;
Where glass disappears
In the sand and the blue
Just leaving a blank sheet of paper in lieu,
First person in view
Is you.
Six Salinger References in A Single Poem
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