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| Rochelle Nameroff Parents Impossible thought — that they will die. You sit on the edge of the bluff watching boats inching their way under the sky. To fall now would be willful. If you sat here a long time into the future, it would be where they are seated now, tilted, already looking down, avoiding the fear in your eyes looking back at them. Maybe there is an underwater hand seductive as the come-hither coral that waves at them. Maybe the landscape wants crying though you refuse to cry. Across the sea the seagulls gather. It looks like all of the birds of the one small world are here, the blue sea surrounding a huge white flutter like the mouth of some god at a feeding. What dreaminess of detail can love us at the place of sorrow. |  Bill Dietch: "Old Couple in Golden Gate Park" (Detail; click for complete image.) |