i’ve taken some kind of turn.

and ended up sixty years ago.

on the weekend my grandparents met.

my grandma told me she wanted three things:

to ride a train.
to ride an airplane.
to see the ocean.

so, working in a cookie factory, she saved her money.
and took a train to the beach.

the first time she entered the waves,
a ball floated over, a little more with each push.
a boy came to retrieve it.

and held her hand while she went deeper into the waves.
he was a sailor.

they got married,
she followed him to hawaii.

i never knew him;
he died thirty years ago.
it’s nice to know him (at least) in these pictures.


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