Conflict comes and goes
I’d rather dodge it and hide
Yet it circles back
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Perched high, intent stare
Golden back, white breast, hooked beak
Silent stalker waits
Why use a typewriter?
Pushing down a key
Feeling the tactile response
Seeing the striker rise
Hearing the paper pop
Watching a character appear
Feeling the carriage slide
Waiting for the margin bell
Knowing it will all happen again
With each and every touch