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Poem written for and submitted to “PLUM” Poetry Contest, Miranda Hawley, sponsor, November 18, 2025.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A gull's shadow skims the salt-wet dock where driftwood whispers to the tide: Peace is the pause between two waves that never break but swell and sigh. Love is the bruise on a stranger's apple, offered freely when the market stalls. Understanding? The cracked church bell that rings for weddings and for funerals. Mercy is the rain that falls on both the grave and the dandelion.
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