The sound of two boys running
echoed loudly through the room
of adults standing in line.
One woman worked the counter.
A mutual impatience filled our lungs.
The boys father told them
to sit down, be quiet.
They did no such thing.
His uniform was as exhausted
as his face. Only empty threats
remained as the children's voices
echoed farther and farther
into the minds of those listening.
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