For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem. Maybe write a poem that would fit on a postcard or in a letter. Or write a poem about correspondence school. Or jump into newer forms of correspondence like e-mail or text messaging. Of course, not all correspondence is connected to communicating; sometimes one thing corresponds to another by being similar.
By User:Llamabr, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31981013
Flat Stanley
As a boy I wished I could mail
myself to exotic locations
like Dayton or south of the border:
Kentucky. My wanderlust was strong
even then as I explored atlases
with my imagination.
Flat Stanley was my avatar.
I sent him to my distant Hoosier
grandparents and my few far away
friends. Then I looked up the addresses
of city halls in New York, Miami, Seattle
and off he’d go, first class.
It wasn’t long before I tracked down
embassies in London, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo.
His final trip was to McMurdo Station—
he never came back. Stanley was my scout
and I’ve followed undeterred in his razor
thin footsteps as a grown up, par avion.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Dear Flat Stanley
I knew when we married you were a traveling man
and your feet always itch for foreign lands,
but I’m been lonely so I made a new plan
I’ve loved you flat but I met a new man.
He’s round as berry and his name is Dan.
Goodbye!
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All the best with your new life bland.
I’ve got a trophy wife called Nan.
She’s nice and tan.
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OK. I think you should leave the rhyming balderdash to me and stick to what you’re best at! ha ha!
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Agreed!
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Bart, I love “razor thin footsteps”
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Thanks. I was worried about “razor” there. Glad it works.
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