Morning mist on Travertine stone
Quercus roots claim what they own
Machine sleeps in Ficus shade
Ribbons dry where dew is laid
Cobblestone typewriter breathing
Keys like leaves in dawn's first weaving
Stories root in ink and soil
Rome wakes slow to morning toil
Pigeons trace Helianthus paths
Spacebar stems and carriage maths
Platen turns like Phyllostachys shoots
Ribbon feeds through silent roots
Caffeine steam will soon ascend
But first the keys the dawn defend
Solanum nights now find their end
Typebars strike like tendrils bend
Cobblestone typewriter breathing
Keys like leaves in dawn's first weaving
Stories root in ink and soil
Rome wakes slow to morning toil
No tourists on the Spanish Steps
Just germination no regrets
Each letter a seed in stone
Growing words I call my own
Espresso wakes the Piazza square
Ficus benjamina watches there
Roots hold fast in travertine
Stories bloom where keys have been
Cobblestone typewriter breathing
Keys like leaves in dawn's first weaving
Stories root in ink and soil
Rome wakes slow to morning toil
Cobblestone typewriter breathing
Keys like leaves in dawn's first weaving