In the midst of
Fonts are a form of Haiku.
Bold, Italics, underline
Are metaphors for emphasis.
Saving, printing are symbolists
An accidental delete can anger me…I
Can be caught digging in the trash
For a bottle deposit kind-of-file
That inspires the next Ghazal of text.
But the amount of the deposit return
Depends upon which state I’m in.
Writing is full of clicks and drags.
I’ve experienced all
The ups of uploading
The downs of downloading
Every now and then
I need to reboot my operating system.
Sometimes a poem is like
An Adobe Flash Player,
A message in images.
I swear HTML is free verse,
PDFs are doggerels.
Poetry is like opening
A new window