Stardate, 1969
by John D. Berry
From the future now,
I look back and miss
That encompassing,
Hummm.
The blast of chill,
Entering the computer room,
Where your footsteps,
Echoed.
There on the hollow floor,
Great reels of spinning tape,
Awaiting your very own,
Hollerith card deck.
As with a roar,
The line printer,
Spit out,
The future.
For Veronica who can still see the Future
Regards and Thanks, JDB
volume 10(1)
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John D. Berry, all rights reserved.
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