The Parting

The street echoes nothing
but the muffled steps
of two girls leaving
the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Not a car, not the sound
of their slippered feet. The tip
of the girls’ lit cigarettes,
the blink and tick of a turn signal
as a truck appears and slows to a crawl.
Some face, a jaw,
two eyes like fish,
fall on the girls
where they last meet.
So scared were the girls
at the signal where each
would go her separate way
and climb back quietly
into her bedroom window.
Such a small girl
who begs the tall girl
to please please
walk her home.