The Typewriter

fingers rest on cold keys  
perfectly shaped buttons
indentations to hold finger tips
pressed with little effort  
to purport letters to paper
stringing magical thoughts
with utmost speed and accuracy
 
how many words per minute
to land you a job in a cubicle  
the excitement of producing
the most important sentence  
story line  
poetry  
 
"the quick red fox jumped over the lazy log"  
 
typed so many times
it still haunts her dreams  
almost as much as the slide and ring  
of the bell at the end of each line
 
a beautiful instrument
that now sits quiet
white paper potruding between rolls
a dinasaur in the world of literature