he called up anna and said
“might drive down to the sea.
have some fun
under the pier,
like we used to do.”
she said “i have never been to the pier
and certainly not with you.”
“so you won’t go then.”
“i didn’t say that.
but no. i already made plans for today.”
he went down there alone, where it stood
like a monument.
the sand was reclaiming the beach front property,
the waves broke softly,
off in the distance, something that looked
like a giant erector set
later that night while under the pier
he watched the dark outlines
of two grown men with their shoes on
into the sea.