Reading at the Mall Through the great mall door, Her earrings dangle furiously; She marches past me unnoticing, The single adult, chopped and boyish, Talking and walking and looking, |
My reading at the mall complete, Spring chatter fills the greening trees, Recalling when you were here, I came home tired for the evening's play |
Richard Bank thinks of Polonious, who used his fatherly loving ways with Hamlet and was destroyed. He has come through and become the spectator in his childrens' lives that Polonious dreamed of being. This is explained further in the pantoum attached. He also googles at Richard S. Bank/poet, if you are interested.
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