Typewriter Series #2605 by Tyler Knott GregsonNot much for...

Typewriter Series #2605 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Not much for fitting into now,
antique man on brand new streets,
feet slow and head that stayed back.
This heart is clockwork,
but the old kind, dim light and
microscope pieced, tiny cogs
into tiny spaces,
sometimes I feel they don’t make them
the way they used to anymore.
They all say that, I am guessing,
all that have come before, lived through
and survived, each generation
casting backwards glances at the one
they’re being replaced by,
but maybe not.  They don’t make them
this way anymore.

Antique soul with analog parts,
if you listen in you’ll hear them,
stuttering but steady on,
and it’s all too fast, and I
just cannot catch up.

I sit and stare out the window
as birds and squirrels
take their turns
at the feeder.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-