
I delight
In pens
Typewriters
And exquisite
Fine stationary
poetry, prose, and photography

I delight
In pens
Typewriters
And exquisite
Fine stationary
Laying upon sheets
Contentment flows within
The world’s demands
Speak oh so loudly
Eventually I must heed
This siren’s call
Cold sunlight flowing
Burning deeply to my core
Freeing from despair