Typewriter rests on concrete cold
Ribbon dry as summer soil
Keys keep stories never told
Roots embrace the metal coil
Ribbon and root in quiet keep
Carbon shadows slowly sleep
Typewriter guards the empty street
Patient as the moss beneath
Platen cracks like desert clay
Carriage stuck in first gear sway
Quercus leaves block silver ray
Typewriter waits through night and day
Ribbon and root in quiet keep
Carbon shadows slowly sleep
Typewriter guards the empty street
Patient as the moss beneath
Shift key rusts to iron red
Spacebar sinks in loam bed
Bell does not ring striker dead
Silence grows where words once led
Moss spells out in Latin script
Ribes and Rosa tightly knit
Typewriter becomes a crypt
Where sentences take root and fit
Spring brings clover through the frame
Clover claims the typing name
Letters bloom without a shame
Green ink writes a living page
Ribbon and root in quiet keep
Carbon shadows slowly sleep
Typewriter guards the empty street
Patient as the moss beneath
Winter wraps the carriage tight
Ribbon sleeps in frozen white
Keys hold warmth from summer light
Typewriter dreams through longest night
Ribbon and root in quiet keep
Carbon shadows slowly sleep
Typewriter guards the empty street
Patient as the moss beneath
Ribbon and root remain complete
Silent sentinel obsolete
