This is a poem
This is a poem written on an iPad
The iPad does not make the poem special
Although Apple sprinkles fairy dust on everything it makes
And often on what we make with what Apple makes
No, the iPad just sits here and receives the poem
As do I, who type it into the iPad
A tool also I often think
Marveling at how this works
Amazed to be an antenna for the words
That I can craft
And sometimes hardly have to
Myself the iPad for what the cosmos does
Or maybe the fool who thinks he crafts
What inspiration whispers
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