seville 3ooo

as these old keys click and the metal

clacks

and the words come flowing out.

as music from my head, my heart just

sits down on the paper

translucent

for all to see.

or at least one.

some letters and symbols are missing, the important ones are present

to translate for me the beauty of owning something

old

something partially bent and busted and used up and new

to me.

still lives on in the best of ways, the finest of uses

in the hands of the young and inexperienced.

i type as you would have, perhaps

o stranger who once owned this thing.

i am certain the joy oozes from each push of a letter

each carriage return,

the 'ding!' of the reminder

that this line can only be so long.

there are mistakes on nearly every line; at least every paragraph

and some seem fixable

but you can still see the wrong, just pushed harder over with the right.

thank you for this gift of old to young

time past to now.

you didn't know it

but i need it.

the cadence of your creation 

soothes my soul 

in a way i have not known in eons.

3ooo times the pleasure of a slow life

filled to the brim.