SOUNDS OF WRITING

You once knew writers were at work by the sound of their typewriters.
Daytime in spring or summer, whole streets of the West Side
and the Village were filled with the music of clacking and bells.
.
Now there is silence – windows closed for air-conditioning, computers
too quiet to be heard below. It may be possible to compose
poems on computer screens; something in me doubts it.
.
Yet even quills dipped in ink and scratching across parchment
were a technological advance over chanting in firelight,
but for the same purpose: dispelling fear as the shadows grow.

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