The Return Key

A short, whimsical poem about the journey of writing.

The Return Key

A leather laden shelf
Waits Upstairs.
Creamy pages bound
Between bovine boundaries,
Inky Words march across,
Delivering in the tangible
What exists in the grey matter
Of the shiny dome
Of some unknown,
Clacking on an archaic
Typewriter from which
Pages proclaiming Truth
Pop with each
Ding of the worn down
Return Key.