One particularly beautiful evening in May Arden and Avril went out by themselves to sit at the picnic table in the backyard and watched the sunset together. I ran for the camera. I wondered who was watching whom...
At the Picnic
Table
Tuesday, May 15, 2001
İRich Roach, 2001
My girls are snug and seated,
holding hands,
while low on the horizon daylight falls:
a million fairies with a million wands
have strewn the sky with May-filled madrigals.
They sit there softly whisp'ring wishes new,
while stars about them wheel about on high:
across each cheek I see the very hue
with which the sunset paints the evening sky.
What worlds they see
perhaps I'll never know,
and yet I sense that new dreams soon will grow.