In one season
life can
bury
its own color,
cover
every inch of ground
in death
brewed from
an age-old
malady,
leave the path
covered
with skyjacked
shadows
of nearly
three thousand
who died from the
spread
of the disease—
but as shadows
are
light interrupted,
they are not then,
nor now,
light forgotten.
© 2014 Jennifer
Wagner
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