Typewriter (to Chloe)

I spy

A typewriter

An ancient

One that

Speaks foreign

Languages but

Aren’t all

Things the

Same aren’t

Things we

Feel translated

Why then

Does it

Sit there

Unassuming does

It wait

For someone

To type

To play

It’s keys

And once

Again be

Whole are

We all

Not like

That waiting

To be

Found discovered

And free