what comes next

a few keys stick
on the old typewriter.
with the indigo
ribbon in place,
the white out
ready,
the jumble of letters
smudged
together, making
almost illegible words.
it's an abstract painting
on the white sheet.
but what better sound
then the clink and pull
of metal keys
striking down, the bell
rung, and the pull
of the bar back to the left.
you smile with
your fingers ready,
set for what comes
next.