August Postcard Poetry Wrap-up 2017

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This is the 5th year I participated in the August Postcard Poetry Fest. There were more
poet made cards this year. It seemed to take longer for me to get into writing this year.
At the start it seemed weird because I received the note from the editors of the 10 year
book that my poetry didn’t fit. It felt like I wasn’t a fit for the postcard poetry fest after
all. That feeling soon disappeared and I got into the spirit of it. At the time of writing
the postcards, I liked very few of the poems but reading them afterwards, I find I like
them more and more.

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A Blue Dress

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A homeless girl asks for alms outside a coffee shop in Mumbai, India, June 24, 2016. Credit:Danish Siddiqui/Reuters/Files. (I photoshopped the original)

Once, a decade
ago, already sixty,
I saw a blue
dress in a store
window. Imagining
myself twenty,
wearing it, shashaying
down Detroit’s
streets, dancing and
twirling like I never
did.

Autumn

at home leaves
“Pond” by Wayne Thiebaud

At home the leaves will
be changing colors, dropping
into the lake where they
will float red, gold and
brown.
Here the squirrels throw down
their pecan shells onto
the driveway, making our
autumn alert system. The
grey sky barely visible through
the still green canopy.

Windows

windows mosiac carloyn
Mosiac by Carolyn Monteilh

The first window I
remember looking
out of was when I was
three, watching the
milkman and his horse.
Later, there was a pink
Cadillac, the mother locking
her little boys outside,
the police with guns drawn,
the shooting.
Today, two dogs run down the street.