To Write and Roam
Who uses a pen to notate when with
a swipe of a finger, you make letters
appear on your touch screen phone? No mere myth
this handwriting, this scratching that fetters
some writers, keeps them up deciphering
their ink marks until night drains into day.
I do not indulge in quill sharpening.
Nowadays, I can write and walk all day,
Or just for six miles but hey, who cares?
It’s still walking and I’m still writing–err
tapping? Swiping? Tearing my hair? Who dares
to text? My creativity flowers
on long walks, that’s why I started this poem
on my smartphone, so I could write and roam.
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