Sunday, November 2, 2008

TYPING A POEM


With a click of some keys,

something flashed on the screen,

just like the sorrow

that flashed through her life

long ago.

He was six years old

when he suddenly died,

a dazzling boy

dead in a street.

She typed another word

to send out some more memories,

and then more words,

and more,

and soon the screen

was flashing with words

like small signals

in darkness.