An Oddly Formal Statement

‘I’m sorry for everything I’ve done–’
Vivid pools of daylight splash over concrete steps. I raise a hand toward a flawless expanse of sky – fathomless and absolute. Summer rushes, taking me away again.
‘and I hope to rectify it soon.’
Laughing, she throws a fistful of dry leaves upward.

© Robert Sibley 2002