The cursor on my computer screen,

Large and dark orange,

Gliding left to right,

Crossing the screen every few seconds,

Once for each record being received

Over the telephone from my other computer,

Especially for the file of poem titles,

Where there are only two fields per record,

The first of which is very short

And the second of which

Reaches all of the way to the right side of the screen

And most often contains only blanks

In its rightmost portion,

Looks like a falling star,

Only one falling sideways,

As it crosses the black background of the screen.