In the center of Antibes France
is
a toy shop
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 -
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
She wept. She wept
because
she could
see
see
someone listening.
This was before the keypad
would
become a new
body part.
become a new
body part.
This was when
you could
hear
someone else
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
at the windows
of
our attention to the world
we click the alphabet
to
a new rhythm
to
a new rhythm
to
a new heartbeat
piloting a device
from which we pop in and out
of
another person's important place.
of
another person's important place.
But tell me.
If
the day ever comes
the day ever comes
when you finally
talk
on the phone
talk
on the phone
with
a keypad friend
a keypad friend
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.
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