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Jan 2017
I can see the shafts of sunlight*,
amber slices through the air.
Gilded rays of fair approval
favor the *betters
basking there.

But, we live in the shadows;
The often seen and rarely known.
We, the great unworthy
take their experiences for our own.

This is life in the penumbra;
Unacknowledged, though intended
We live lives by implication.
Rights derived, but not defended.

Nothing grows in the penumbra's
un-illuminated spaces.
Except the mass of shifting shadows
that no compassion ever graces.
Who are the forgotten?
Rustle McBride
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Rustle McBride  Delaware
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