If my fingers were pounding an Olivetti Lettera
would the jungle trek of the workday
feel less like deforestation?

If so, would the temporary paralysis
above those keys be cracked
once I’ve emailed another invoice?

If not, could a deeper breath in this
brief oasis of thought bring back the warmth
lost when the sun sets into an overcast tomorrow?

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