Ode to the Clattering Keyboard

The keys click along with fingertips
and that is the rhythm, the dance
between my thoughts and the computer.
We move in a clatter
in the mayhem of letters and numbers
without a single look.
And, I remember
back in middle school
learning on the typewriter.
The awkwardness of my fingers
as they stumbled over the rows
like my first school dance.
I tried to hide in the back row,
but the teacher still required me
to dance out my sentences in timed torture.
Now, I light them up
with rainbow precision and let the light
guide my fingertips in quick pounds
and bangs to get out my story.
The clattering keyboard,
a soothing soundtrack
before I head to bed every night.

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