SPILLING OVER AND WASHING US ALL
BY SANDRA KOLANKIEWICZ
We decided we’d walk after the ice
cream so stumbled into sandals, the summer
hanging on, sky still light at a time that
in a few weeks would be dark, the fat black lab
eager for the leash, our voices silly
from happy birthday and chardonnay served with
dinner that had never been better, the
wondrous right to go around the block and
look at asters, check out who yet had a
red dining room, see which cats belonged to what
houses, for there they’d be, licking their paws
and waiting for someone to let them in, an
occasional late cicada making
itself known but the rest of the evening air
blank, the mounds in the park at the center
of town calling for us to come watch Venus,
Jupiter, Mars clustered on horizon,
Little Dipper pouring itself into the
Big, spilling over and washing us all.
Gyroscope Review 16-4
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