Longevity Contest, 5/29/2026, Sara Kendrick
May our poems fly into the right hands. May the words take off, in season. May they not be lost in translation. May they be kept, as precious, by our future generations.
Feather pen fluttering, ink spilling grandmotherly perspective. Circumspect of future generations; the Jetsons in flight. Drones may carry the message, but hands-off to AI robots.
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