Ignoring the squeak
of metal against metal,
I spin the pockets
around the pole,
looking for the right postcard

the waterfall frozen in sunlight,
the golden autumn scene
    etched in silver,
the waterpark slide with
    air-gasping laughing families,

looking for the one that reads
I’m having a blast.
This is the best vacation.
I stop turning the cards.

I’m looking for you.

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