Eight bright postcards wait in a packet on my desk They resemble each other On one side: an address and a brief poem On the other: a marimekko design of bright dots, animals, fruits, or flowers I will photograph both sides of each recording the spontaneous poems that burst from my pen onto cardboard stock I will find the correct postage set them out for the postman and write twenty-two more and write the twenty-third after that as well as number twenty-four and if the habit becomes well-set, poem number two-hundred and twenty-four will come within the year