I’m stuck on a thought on a place left in the past wondering if it never really was. I cling to it white-knuckled it’s all I have left of us a fragment of feeling, my season of summers.
(The August Poetry Postcard Project was initiated by Paul Nelson of Seattle, WA. It challenges poets to write a poem a day in one go with no revisions on a postcard. Afterwards, the postcard is mailed to other participants. This is my second year and I had fun making friends along the way. I will be sharing the postcards here, most of which are printed with my photos.)