Photo taken by my daughter Roo May 29, 2016
Hand in hand
across the dune,
two friends set out
for the beach.
Sun warms their calves,
turns her hair to gold.
As usual,
my grandson has a plan.
His shoulders square,
arms swing wide,
bold steps aim
at the big blue.
This is what we do
at the beach:
Walk and talk
about this and that.
Each generation shines
brighter than the last,
more inclined
to make everything up.
As if we were the first
to scamper
on little bare feet
toward forever.
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