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.

But I’d looked away, amused by desire’s low sound
its usual gesture of blue.

Pamela Hart says,

I made this from a photograph I took when my husband was fly-fishing. His line on the water’s surface created an image that somewhat reminded me of line drawings by Matisse, who said of the line, “One must always search for the desire of the line, where it wishes to enter or where to die away.”