14, Quite Late

 Today, we challenge you to write a poem that similarly bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and technological advances.

For a cramped hand
Or a forgotten pen-and-paper
I write stanzas
With only my thumbs.
With a touch
I share.
With an overcritical eye
I keep editing
In a much less messy fashion
If anyone notices
(but it's always transcribed).
Sometimes
From paper to code or something
The air adds and removes
Through my fingertips.
Easily lost, readily found
Modifications in the tech age.