This puzzled crust
of sun-scorched land

a fissured stillness
filling distance

where once wide rivers
rushed on by:

enough to make one
wonder why

these buoyant scenes
can sway to starkness

once glistening mirrors
rift and dimmed

with umbral dust
of life dispelled.

May skies rain mercy on this sight.
Come, pray for rain, however slight.

Mercy © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: June 13, 2019