Old Typewriter Today

 

Today I listened to my apartment neighbors
laugh outside, in some new discussion, later
hearing some of their children crying after one
grandfather and another grandpop left their
units for some manly business—all this while the
radio of one of the homes blared love songs to the
city. So today I did not tune in my radio machine to
that classy jazz station, reached by antenna,
but still the neighbors stopped when they heard my
old typewriter. Some mimicked the sound with
their sticks, some let out a "whew!" as they
tried to sleep under my strange noise.

I went outside to get the papers, to say
"hey, how is it going," to some of these folk,
later to browse the pages. I read that we
have a new Secretary of Education. Well,
as this does not concern me, I am here today
trying to write another poem again—this as
I realize I should have bought a 2nd-hand
computer instead of that lousy antenna. . . .

 

 

—Leyte, 11 Sept/92

 

 

 

 

 

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