You sit under your umbrella

Of green and white

Hiding from the scorching

Rays of Sunlight

Not hidden from view

Is your Plight

Of Poverty

Shone brightly

In plain sight

Emotions burst in

Feelings not right

Of Shame, Guilt, Blame

Try as I might

To keep them at bay

They squeezed so tight

Suddenly

The green of man’s light

I turn left to go

Out of your sight

But you linger in my mind

As day turns to night

Marlene M. Bryan

1-26-13