It’s odd having painters on the other side
of closed balcony door and windows.
With the apartment sliding glass door and
windows wrapped in plastic I feel cocooned.
There’s no plastic covering my front door,
and I emerge to errands. I return to change–
the plastic is down, the painting is done.
I’m rapt with late afternoon thunder
and rain, and the heat has broken–finally.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
“Change” is my August 8, 2012 poem for the postcard poetry project. I used an antique card titled “Mount Rainier and Daffodil Fields, Washington.” I mailed it to Denise in Bay City, Michigan.
Blessings to Denise and all, Andy
Andrew Shattuck McBride, Writer's Blog 
Cool poem! Loved the fact that it so described what’s happening now w/the weather.
Write on!
Carolyn
Carolyn! Thank you very much for your comments.
Hey, how are you? I hope that you and your family (and new house?) are happy and well.
Are you writing?
Blessings, Andy
Andy, I love the simplicity and music of this poem. And, of course, “wrapped”/”rapt”.
Thanks for posting your postcard poem here! It’s as much a treat to the rest of us as it is to Denise in Bay City, Michigan.
Jennifer, you are so kind. Thank you so much for your comments about “Change.”
I like “wrapped” / “rapt” and had an opportunity to use these!
Thanks again! Sincerely, Andy