participated in art + poetry workshop
now it is yesterday
young and old
in the city
urban and not
but more art than poetry
or is it merely redefining?
or am I too confining?
in a kindle age,
visuals rule
as a matter of fact
and fiction
am I merely ancient
anchoring the word?
or chained
to the sea's sybaritic syllables?
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