The khaki uniform
The badge upon the chest
Courage and authority
Mewed behind a desk
The face was kind but business-like
The process pure bureaucracy
But through the sterile plastic gloves
The fingers touching mine,
The tentative good humor,
The light that ‘scaped from out those eyes as I looked up
—Said something
Something more
Than khaki
and customary questions.
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