Monday, August 24, 2015

Body Part



In the center of Antibes France

is 

a toy shop




where wonderment still shines

through 

years-stained 

windows 


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and 

tear-stained eyes.

Hers 

was a face that time forgot

but 

I'll never forget 

Madame Langlais -


I'd frequent her shop 


to admire her collection of German toys


 until one day 





She offered me a chair

we 

took a cup of tea 


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and we talked.

 
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She wept. She wept

 because 

she could 

see

someone listening. 


This was before the keypad

would 

become a new 

body part.

This was when 

you could 

hear 

someone else



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But now

it's the tip of our fingers

that listen

and rather than meet

at the windows

of 

our attention to the world 


we click the alphabet

to 

a new rhythm

to 

a new heartbeat


piloting a device


from which we pop in and out 

of

another person's important place.


But tell me.

If 

the day ever comes

when you finally 

talk

on the phone 

with 

a keypad friend

can you 




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My blog will now be Pinterest and Tumblr photo-free unless given permission directly from the owner of a photo.
All photos taken by me, Les Dames d'Abord on Instagram

Merci to Vicki Archer from French Essence for permission to use her quote in the epigram. This post was inspired by her piece, Communication Breakdown that you can read here