How Hope Feels
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/09/08/how-hope-feels/
Gwen sees the world in white,
and the hearts of people glitter
even at airports (which may
or may not be totally depraved).
She has eyes for the goodness everywhere
and loves it, in spite of some
evidence to the contrary. She will
let me borrow those eyes, here,
for a moment, as I remember
how hope feels, and how time's passing
cannot extinguish that feeling
or the longing for it, no matter
how bad things appear.
