You feed the wind a ribbon frayed at edges
The harbor swallows keystrokes one by one
Salt crusts the carriage where the metal pledges
To write the dusk before the night is done
Carriage return on harbor wind
Carriage return where stars begin
Typewriter tide pulls letters in
Carriage return the night grows thin
Opera House shells reflect the blinking cursor
Ferry horns answer spacebar strikes at midnight
You hunt the sentence that the tide wore thinner
Each clack a prayer for dawn's first gray light
Carriage return on harbor wind
Carriage return where stars begin
Typewriter tide pulls letters in
Carriage return the night grows thin
Ribbon ink bleeds indigo on rollers
The Circular Quay lights blur to morse code
You type the names of every lost sailor
Backspace erases what the harbor owed
Carriage return on harbor wind
Carriage return where stars begin
Typewriter tide pulls letters in
Carriage return the night grows thin
Platen spins like compass needle frozen
Paper feeds the story of the swell
You strike the final period unchosen
The manuscript rides wind like a spell
Carriage return on harbor wind
Carriage return where stars begin
Typewriter tide pulls letters in
Carriage return the night grows thin
Carriage return you write the wind
Carriage return the night gives in
Keys fall silent harbor keeps the text
Wind turns pages dusk collects the rest
