Steep stairs
six girls sit-huddled-
watching the eclipse
the tension hangs
off them like a blanket.
a tiny bubble of anger
as the moon begins to hide
blow, blow
expanding until it pops
Yelling begins
as the moon turns red
voices cracking with emotion
wind chapped lips
whistles around the stairs
louder, louder
stomping up and down
the night sky
shrouded in darkness
Four girls, between the two,
plead for the resolution
with knowledge that this
could be irreconcilable.
Murmurs, as the moon returns
intervention
the anger, and resentment
still clings, it’s arms wrapped
tightly around the six
a caravan of uncertainty
trudges down the stairs
and then goes its separate ways.
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