I compose poetry on the pc
somehow it does not make my eyes rim red
wanting to turn away
like the Mac
it is saved for recording
editing voice
playing live Zoom
photographs need attention
sometimes I will forget
minutes go by I sit feeling the red firing up
then recall and wonder if Steve designed it this way
I am suspect of things like this
as my kindle II runs out of juice daily
one year new I wish I had its predecessor nearly
10 years old and held on through giant leaps across the pond
landing on the other side with me
rejoicing