I’ve left it on rock ledges
  in elevators and bars

Taxicabs, backpacks,
  motorcycles near and far

It’s laid on the Great Wall,
  as I started to walk away

And fell out of the raft
  in Wyoming that day

It flew on the airplane
  after I had gotten off

And spent two days in Key West
  with Fedex as the cost

It’s kept me in touch,
  that’s important I know

But the voice it records
  into words
    —much more so

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
     ‘My Cell Phone Voice Recorder’