Death came
barefoot
to the door,
wrapped in
downy wings
the color
of dusk.
Wearing eyes
of pale blue sky,
she bent low
to kiss cold,
parched lips,
taking a last
breath.
Final Visitor
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Living in Happy Valley, Michele Mekel wears many hats of her choosing: writer and editor; educator and bioethicist; poetess and creatrix; cat herder and chief can opener; witch and woman; and, above all, human. She is also a co-principal investigator for the Viral Imaginations: COVID-19 project (viralimaginations.psu.edu).
