August poetry postcard #3
Another installment –pictured with its nearly word-for-word birth on the yellow pad — in the August Poetry Postcard Festival. This one went to Walla Walla, Washington (a town, it seems to me, whose name is its own poem, a jabberwocky).
Notes: I started to write about the woman in the picture holding her breath, but decided instead she had something in her mouth. Glad I did! The exact title of this won’t stick, but I like the playful nature of this juxtaposed with “remorse.”