Gyroscope Review 16-4 - Page 62

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 Page 5! 2