Fall 1994 • Vol. XVI No. 4 Poetry |

Pantoum: Amulet

Swimming in my memory, a place of pleasure like a happy ending drifting through a dream. She's on with a pale, plump guy, a walking migraine. On the radio serial, we heard her thrilled gasps: like a happy ending drifting through a dream this amulet is a symbol of a scene on the radio serial. We heard her thrilled gasps: a girl buying a ring for the first time. This amulet is a symbol of a scene or perhaps she thought it was a gang. A girl buying a ring for the first time, I try not to get sentimental about her or perhaps she thought it was a gang chattering in the kitchen. Touching hands I try not to get sentimental about her. There was a globe that glowed when you lit it. Chattering in the kitchen, touching hands--there was a mournful song playing on the old radio, there was a globe that glowed when you lit it like a face grinning at the laughing child, there was a mournful song playing on the old radio. She seemed to read, but took nothing in, posed like a face

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