Typewriter
Pravat Kumar Padhy,
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
It sits, preserved, on the wooden table. The keyboard still
carries his thick fingerprints, the letters partially eroded, smeared with
carbon… They remind him of the flow of poetry over four decades—black letters
on white paper, rhythm and meter mixing with the music of the keys. When the
bell rang, he would guide the carriage return lever and feel a deep quietude.
Time has been fast-changing, but the carbon copies still linger in
his mind, each containing the imprint of his soul.
bamboo chair --
the old man squints
laptop screen
Haibun Today, Vol. 13 No.4 December 2019
(Ed. Rich Youmans)
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