November 23, 2008

mercy



mercy is
deep
a
s twilight
and as broad

as prairie sky
drop a few coins in her
well
and watch
thoughts sink
to new
depths
overwhelmed
but gone after given.
all that lives on in the distance
are small copper fires
floating
with occasional
impetuous
eternal glisten.

1 comment:

Bill Zimmerly said...

Dear Elisa,

I LOVE your poetry - it's clearly a gift! Keep up the good work. :)

Sincerely,
- Bill