The Daily Poem

ODE TO CREDIT

I'll just leave it out on the searchabe net

    For someone to find like some credit someplace,

When after the crash they will have to reset

    The Platform Of Webular Energy Rays

That keep us on memory in case we forget.

A couple of gigs on a portable stick

    Is all it will take them to future it through,

With ninety-two back-ups as thin as a trick

    Re-braided in bases and folded in two

Like all the best Watsons have learned how to Crick.

The work of a lifetime to freewaring fate

    With fortunes forgone like conclusions to dust,

All storming their thunders in slip-diamond slate

    Prophetically growing as margins adjust

To take in the traffic, the static, the state.

It's solidly loaded in cannons of code,

    A spark in the darkness to wear on their sleeve,

All fired up clean in a flash for the road,

    To spirit their thinking in hopes they'll believe

There's something like credit to own in my ode.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 503

Quintain Stanza

Tanger, Morocco

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JOURNAL: Overnight Train From Marrakech to Tanger

Shared a sleeper with a couple of female partners who had been hiking in the Atlas Mountains for a nine days.  The coach supposedly had air conditioning, but it really didn't cool our cabin much.  It took me a while to fall asleep.  Woke up at midnight when we stopped in Casablanca.  Then back to sleep, and didn't wake up again until there was a knock at the door announcing our arrival in Tanger.

~ The Daily Poet