New Day (4-28-08)

they glided down the highway
on a day made for convertibles
full of anticipation
the weekend at last
blue skies fenced in orange
their journey began
two pledged friends
in search of the perfect picnic spot
surrounded by vines
overgrown parsley covering them with lazy shadows
as they learned more about each other
eating pickled up sandwiches
and drinking the children of those vines
toasting joyous things
he stole a stroke of her hair
respect and admiration growing with each moment
lamenting the short end of the solstice
a warm goodnite came too soon
with admiration melting into delight
a perfect day