A City Walk Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

The day had changed
From a chilly fall morning
Into a warm autumn day
As I walked down
A car infested road
That led to the center of town

Off to my right
I noticed
In the high grass
That bent in various directions
Near the end of the curb
An old, dead
Hewlett-Packard printer

I stopped for a time
And looked
At this once mighty machine
Rusted and broken
Almost hidden
By the uncut grass

My mind ran wild
Imagining its better days
When this once powerful machine
Ran through paper after paper
Happily humming along
With nary a problem or a care

But now
It has been tossed aside
For some reason
Into the wild grasses
Of a city street

So I said goodbye
With a little prayer
And once again
Continued my way
Down the block

When suddenly
Off to my left
I spied
A dead
Old
Smith Corona typewriter