July dribbles - 2

Red ink for mistakes. His fingers shake. They’re gonna call his name.
White-knuckled fear. He hopes he’ll hear the questions, get them right.
Blue fingers cold with worry now. They’ve taken him inside.
He’s failed his fingerprints? Come back next time.
Till they print right there’s no red, white’n blue.

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