The Debtless Night

This is one of those poems that shows up at 3 in the morning.

         The Debtless Night

(or, What to do After it Rains)

 

Mercy walks on two feet

smiles softly

and rests its cheek against

the windowpane

leaving a fog of its warm breath

against cold glass

while outside

the air has just been washed

and in the bright night

it’s almost blinding

and you do nothing.

Author's Note

Does it make sense? As far as poems go.

Reviews

[Lorelee Tate]

A very nice poem, indeed! Sometimes the best ones are the ones that show up ridiculously early. ;) I thought the imagery here was very well done, and I especially liked the line about the air having just been washed.

[D.L. Simmons]

i really like it! I think it's coherent, as far as poems go ;)
I'd like to see more of your stuff.
I love pieces of writing that just come to you in the early morning. :)