They strolled the boulevard
hand in hand,
stopping now and then
to play a game of chance. He won her a cupie doll
that hung on a stick,
bought her salt water taffy
and pink cotton candy.
They went on the Ferris wheel,
rode through the Tunnel of Love,
had their picture taken
in the penny arcade.
Riding white horses
on the merry-go-round
to the sound of calliope music,
they shared their first kiss.
She caught the brass ring.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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