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Talk to the hand

Back in the 70s
when everybody was giving everybody else noogies
and identifying the latest perma fry
and remembering their after grad party
and noting who was still an after grad
people used to say
talk to the hand
the face don't want to hear it

now people are talking to their hands in a different way
looking down at the gadget in their palm

I've seen couples on a bus
sitting side by side
listening to their tunes
with their ear buds in
texting each other
and periodically
catching each other's eyes
smiling

more recently
I've seen people
wired for sound
and email
making their way
inexplicable
to the transitway platform
when no bus was visible
or audible
apparently OC Transpo's GPS
told them the bus was about to arrive
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I've always enjoyed
watching the double deckers cruising onto the horizon
like ships in the mist
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I always thought talking to the hand
was something chumps do
but what do I know
I can't even key my email address
on an iPhone
iPhone X
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