A foreign sailor in New York

A foreign sailor in New York 

   Just arrived,

   from Trinidad,

   I’m in New York,
   wish I was an immigrant.

   Bright as the light
   the famous city,

   My schedule tight,
   what a pity!

   I didn’t see much,
   not nearly enough,
   my heart’s still there,
   place, like nowhere.
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* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential

poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //

Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //

Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//

Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS

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 Utopia