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Tune in Tomorrow
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I’m not smart;
I don’t have a smart phone
Or a smart house
Or a smart life
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I use the ticking of a clock,
Not an association,
Other wind-up ways
And, yes, electron ways
To note
Time passing
As it does
In society
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My books do not have faces
(not meaning the clock)
Though they do have bindings
For clarity
In anticipation
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They have tropes and memes,
I’m sure
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This will be changing
Naturally,
Technologically, enough
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My cars have had computers
For a while
And I still like the lure
Of robots’ walking service
And companionship,
Of a jetpack set upon my back
So I may fly over
Land and water
And through clouds
Of other worlds
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Childhood’s end,
Mister Clarke,
And childhood’s dreaming
With all the songs
I used to listen to
That would resonate
With or without volume
Later on
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Things change
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Some things fall apart,
Sometimes the center:
The poem and
The novel know this,
Through our
Participation
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Some remains
(some remains)
On the edge
Like samples in a centrifuge
Or in the washer after
Machinic wringing
As a body might wring something
Autonomically
(or for the therapist to say)
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Memories,
Some items
Metaphors
And totems
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Worn wires
And connectors
Old, most likely small
Machines
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Storied threads
Kept in shadowed places
Until the knob is turned,
The door opened
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The wires, threads, and all
Intertwine
In our own alchemy
Into today
With new things,
Many things
Applied
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All mix
Then when done
Can sough and sigh
Into the future
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Terms and
Formal understandings
Are better for tomorrow;
Today is for the
Result of threading
Into compromise,
Often astounding,
Of things good,
Some bad
Things tested,
Some waiting to be tried in
The world
Or safe at home
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I’ll tell you things
And will you tell me, please?
That will be star-stuff
Mister Sagan,
Ms Druyan
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On Earth
More locally for now
A charm, token, song today, tomorrow–
Story-stuff
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C L Couch
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