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