Poem #99

In the future,
you will probably
casually toss
your jet pack
in the back of
your flying car
with as much
wonder and awe
as you now assign
to an old t-shirt
or hoodie.
4/24/02010

Not a gushy love poem! This is a poem about the future that's been promised for so very long and never seems to materialize.

And here's one of my favorite quotations:
The future has been shrinking by one year per year for my entire life.
–Danny Hillis

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