working
at the ice-cream store.
he's wearing
a little cardboard
hat,
and a pink smock with
the strings
tied around his back.
the last time i saw him
he was on the news
wiping tear gas
out of his eyes, being
handcuffed and shoved
into the back of a squad
car. expelled from school.
finally after perusing all
the bins,
i make my decision and
i ask him for two
scoops of rocky road
on a sugar cone.
he complies.
he's one of us, at last.
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