Her boots made no sound
On the fallen snow
And I couldn’t see her smile
Behind the mask
Though I know it was wide, as always
And startling against her dark skin
She carried bags like a bow
That she fills every day
At the local Walgreens
Just across the street
with bounty gifts redemption
I haven’t seen her in months
and worried because of the plague
But the sunlight like a crown
Shown over her head
Sending her forth to salvation

Plague series # 41
Pale Horse
Black Horse
Red Horse

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