Though provisional, pencil and paper are safer.
Attacking words with a rubber requires
considerable conscious effort.
I lost a precious poem
digitally transcribed into Word.
A careless click of the mouse
was all it took to send it tumbling
out of Windows to a virtual void
of non-recoverable recycling.
How can unimaginably long strings
of binary bits and bytes be beautiful anyway?
Repeating recitals of ones and zeros
must be mind-numbingly boring.
There are hard times
on the hard drive.
I lost my paper note.
I am annoyed.
It might be down the back of the sofa
or in my head.