For Years I Tried To Read Don Quixote
For years, I tried to read Don Quixote, Revering the Spaniard writer in me, Skimming a thin abridged edition, Sophomoric in World History. Later, greater windmills. Exotic becomes quixotic. The bookmark stops. Again. Dare you go on, Wannabe pícaro? No. Gracias. We underdogs Know the ending anyway, Some will never get their …