We meet our Heroine
sitting in a cafe,
reading Hiaasen.
While attempting to navigate
her own stream of consciousness,
she finds herself interrupted
by a Babbling Brooke.
Our heroine deftly turns a shoulder
in hopes of regaining her cerebral solitude.
But alas,
once again, we are reminded
that the cell phone is mightier than the sword.
(c) Sandra Perry 2005