The two kindergarteners who arrived at school first,
Just as someone was unlocking the chain-link gate,
One being dropped off by her father, the other
Running up the sidewalk well ahead of her older brother,
Greeted each other with cautious interest,
Having only met the day before. Both were blonde,
The one with straight and gleaming hair,
The one with tightly tangled curls,
And their arriving teacher asked
The one with a new purple lunch box,
The one with an old pink backpack
To play together while they waited, but then
Asked the one who coughed a ragged cough
If first she needed some breakfast today. Yes.
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