"Girl B Has Brought a Giant Sheet With Her, Continued."
When girl B has accrued enough dirt she bundles up her sheet,
politely says goodbye, and begins
the next part of the story.
Everyone else busy crying still, the afternoon light
shines softly upon the back of girl B who walks alone.
At the border she holds tight, at the crossing
she holds tight, at the bridge she holds tight unfazed
by the sudden wind.
At the horizon she holds tight for as long as she can manage,
continues to move steadily forward while gripping as
tightly as she possibly can before she's too vividly aware
that once it breaks loose, her hold on the sheet,
there is no use trying to contain that dirt
and she won't even try.
It is really all that clear as dirt for everyone inside her
to see.