The lights blink out, one by one,
A synapse here, a word, a name,
Tobias.
Us.
Breakers blow, her screen goes blank.
Keys, long-lost, long-loved,
cascade
from fingers unresisting.
Jingling on a ring
around a rosey-toesie child.
Sparks alight.
Electric moth holes eat the sky,
Disconnect the dot-to-dot
of thought.
Corrupt the code.
Conduct, unbecoming.
We all fall down.
Control room out.
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Heather M. O’Connor would be lost without words. She writes nonfiction about greening our planet and fiction for challenged readers, as well as a mixed bag of other topics and genres. Betting Game, her teen soccer novel, was published last year by Orca. You can find her on Facebook, at heathermoconnor.com or at merlinwrites.com.
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