it was here a minute ago
I had to put on my shades so as not to go blind
only the freckles get the sun.
only the bold leave when there is only rain,
two left today, leaving their pink umbrellas behind
for the next ones to occupy their offices,
the ones with gruffer voices and thicker skins,
a tolerance for politics and inefficiency,
they are likely white and male.
I could put on my sunglasses to hide my
sadness, but freckles keep on smiling.