14, Quite Late

Today, we challenge you to write a poem that similarly bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and technological advances.

For a cramped hand Or a forgotten pen-and-paper I write stanzas With only my thumbs. With a touch I share. With an overcritical eye I keep editing In a much less messy fashion If anyone notices (but it's always transcribed). Sometimes From paper to code or something The air adds and removes Through my fingertips. Easily lost, readily found Modifications in the tech age.