A very subtle poem, with good bounce, about the state of adolescence, which for many of us continues (especially with that hard perplexing core) long beyond the conventional boundaries of years that supposedly define adolescence.
And, of course, the youth who destroys the ball to find out, perhaps, what makes it what it is, finds a nothing that has something of an answer.
Good rhyme, adolescent / resilient.
ReplyDeleteA very subtle poem, with good bounce, about the state of adolescence, which for many of us continues (especially with that hard perplexing core) long beyond the conventional boundaries of years that supposedly define adolescence.
And, of course, the youth who destroys the ball to find out, perhaps, what makes it what it is, finds a nothing that has something of an answer.
A fine Zambaras poem!