An open sky at the tail-end of sunset - grey in top third, orange and salmon in the bottom two thirds. At the bottom left, the profile of a steeple top.
2026 Poetry Challenge - Poems

Proxy

Thoughts swirl, never landing.

I cannot quite metabolize
The All of it.

I wrote and I write
I reviewed and reworded and
I rewrote yet again.

And so I must admit
This poem is a proxy.

But this, I state for the record:
I believe that
Hope must flourish;
Love must win.

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