Daily Prompt: Send a Postcard

A poem can take the form of a letter.  Richard Hugo wrote to Kizer from Seattle:

Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support

from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape

in the Iowa tulips. Lord, but I'm ashamed.

I was afraid, it seemed, according to the doctor

of impending success, winning some poetry prizes

or getting a wet kiss. The more popular I got,

the softer the soft cry in my head: Don't believe them.

You were never good. Then I broke and proved it.

Ten successive days I alienated women

I liked best. I told a coed why her poems were bad

(they weren't) and didn't understand a word I said.

Really warped. The phrase "I'll be all right"

came out too many unsolicited times. I'm o.k. now.

I'm back at the primal source of poems: wind, sea

and rain, the market and the salmon. 

Letters are wonderful. But a postcard requires concision: the perfect combination of form and function. 

Daily Prompt: Write a poem, your own or another's, on a postcard and stick it in the mail. Need an addressee? Send to poemcrossing at the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry.