The Computer
I type. The keys pressing one by one by one.
One, then the other. The lines are almost written.
The code almost ready to release.
Then I finish typing pressing the keys one by one by one.
I look over the lines written in perfection.
Each is different until they combine
To form a story.
Each number is there, is…real.
Each letter forms a new word. I even
Turned to the rubber duck sitting beside the computer
What did I miss? I ask.
So I run the code, watch it compile.
Line by line and then I see the screen
Goes black I bury my head
In my hands reluctant to do
Everything over again.
-Eli S. 8th