“You’re too timid,” he said.
“I need someone daring.”
He picked up his suitcase and handed her the key.
Later that evening, she chewed up those harsh words,
Spitting them out like the taste of bad candy.
She had drinks at a dive bar then drove down to Mexico,
Tossing out caution like confetti in the wind.
4 thoughts on “NO CAUTION AHEAD (Postcard Poetry)”
Thanks, Leslie. I participated in the Postcard Poetry Fest this August. You have to send an instant poem on a postcard to 31 people on a list below your name. It was fantastic fun. I’m periodically put up some of those I wrote. Some okay, some horrible, some I kinda like.
Good stuff, Donna!
Thank you, Mike. I appreciate your kind words.