Jean Paul Sartre And The Cell Phone - Poem by Bill Grace
If Sartre told the truth to his interviewer
When he became fond of a fountain pen
He would give it away.
He did not want the pen to own him.
As one owned by many things
I salute this Nobel bard owned only by his cafe.
Wonder if leaving my cell phone exposed
Portends at least some day heading towards true freedom.
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