Ribbons fade like dried petunia blooms
Keys strike slow as chlorophytum looms
Paper holds the weight of unwritten days
Ink bleeds deep where memory stays
Iron rails sing lullabies to steel
Typewriter heart beats slow and real
Summer night writes letters never sent
Each keystroke hangs where fireflies went
Carriage slides on tracks of oxidized grace
Letters form like roots in hidden space
Shift key lifts like phototropism turns
Margin bells mark where the narrative burns
Iron rails sing lullabies to steel
Typewriter heart beats slow and real
Summer night writes letters never sent
Each keystroke hangs where fireflies went
Platen rolls like soil turned by patient hands
Stories grow in rows across the strands
Carbon copies bloom like sibling shoots
Eraser dust feeds fertile disputes
Iron rails sing lullabies to steel
Typewriter heart beats slow and real
Summer night writes letters never sent
Each keystroke hangs where fireflies went
Moon climbs higher past the sleeping sycamore
Typewriter breathes on the zinc-plated floor
No deadlines press no editors demand
Only night keys understand
Dawn approaches with its chlorophyl light
Ribbons exhausted from the long night
Final period settles like dew on leaf
Typewriter rests in its iron relief
Iron rails sing lullabies to steel
Typewriter heart beats slow and real
Summer night writes letters never sent
Each keystroke hangs where fireflies went
Morning comes but stories remain
Etched in keys through sun and rain
Keys sleep now on the fire escape
Dreaming in latin of paper and tape
Morning light kisses each silent key shape
