The coaster
returns
to the platform.
Eyes bleary,
voice weary,
the operator
croaks,
“All done, sir?”
“Again,”
I tell him.
“Again,
and this time
add another loop!”
11/365
Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
