Wednesday, June 6, 2012

At the end of the day (Draft 2)


Two boys running loudly through the room

of adults standing in line, one woman working

the counter. Mutual impatience crept through

tapping feet and exhausted sighs. Their father

told them to sit down, be quiet.  His uniform

was as exhausted as his face. Empty threats

were repeated as their voices echoed farther

and farther into those listening.

No comments: