Walking along the street
entertained by the bright sights and sounds
of which city again?
Can't quite remember.
Cars and trucks whiz by. I'm blissfully unaware
of the hole in the ground
fifty feet away; but then I fall.
Phone still in hand, but no longer bound
to my eyes.
What a surprise-
to the addicted texter
to be caught in a manhole-
the careless pedestrian's demise.