equinox

Pamela Hart created this poetry postcard with one of her own photos. We admire the way she nested the poem into the picture for maximum visibility — always a challenge for longer poems on postcards. For the benefit of the visually impaired, though, we reprint the text of the poem below:

Equinox

Then it was over yesterday, the burnished end
of summer, where it had been all along

though I hardly noticed, distracted by the pull
of the ordinary which was so beautiful I spent

an hour or so thinking about how I’d looked
at patterned light on a wall because I believed

in splitting open the mundane. Possibly summer’s end
— the stale humidity, the poured out stories

flooding the house — was there as snow melt
forgotten like an old scar.