Fat Finger A

an unknown aura waves at me—

hey that fat

finger will touch the wrong key.

you are not a mistake.

Try as I may,

the ess is not an ay.

something is releasing

ideas found newly set

on my calendar. do

i look that old

flies on a ragged flag

over confidence

and not caring.

chill comforts 

the will to learn

the matters from the 

fat finger tapping.

M.Flannery

January 2026

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First poem of the year in my 1960s style of silly

and discovering cool. I know that rhythm, kick and slide. What as I know it, may not be how others hear it. 

I had a teacher once that would act irritated when students didn’t interpret the reading material her way, the established way. No room for discovery dulls a learners enthusiasm. I remember her lousy attitude, not the subject’s material. I put a lot of study in for each assignment, felt fully prepared for every class.