Nancy Davies

The Lone Ranger During Covid
April, 2021

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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.

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