A love poem (typos and all) for my 1946 Smith-Corona Super-Speed.
Below you will find a typed draft of the poem. I am going to be experimenting with posting drafts and re-drafts of poems here.
One of the problems with writing on a computer is that earlier versions of things just “disappear” into the ether. What you read seems to have arrived fully-formed into the world. But writing is not like that. Poetry is not like that.
Here is the first version of a poem that will be re-visited occasionally. It could be an interesting experiment… at least interesting to me.