Graffiti reads: Holden Lives! 

Here, in America,1967, on the underpass wall:

Holden Lives! 

Few do not know Holden, 

Here, in America,1967. 

Fewer know Sylvia, but those who know Holden 

Probably know Sylvia.

On the bus, among the crowd, are one or two Holdens,

And as many Sylvias. 

Holdens wear red hats.

Sylvias wear stockings and wool coats,

Stylish, but practical.

Expensive. Attire is important. 

For those on the bus winter skies hang low and gray. 

Yet, above the clouds—

Sunshine and compassion. 

In Sylvia's arms compassion comes with passion. 

Sunshine flecks her eyes, they gleam, they are afire. 

Holden Lives! His existence, lonely. Perhaps. 

Yet, above the clouds—sunshine and compassion. 

He loves too, with passion.

He loves old Phoebe.

On the bus we sit and watch. 

We are, or we are not . . .