The Lone Ranger During Covid
Like the Lone Ranger I never
appear without my hat and mask.
How come everybody knows it’s me?
I save everyone from bad guys,
I befriend young orphans
doing their chores, sowing fields.
No anxious settlers turn to me
with eager helplessness, while afar
dust rises in foreboding clouds.
All true. How do people know
it’s me, beneath the hat and mask?
Maybe because without a silver horse
I ride on a silver cane.