The pier reminds me of a time
when my little brother and I
played chicken with the waves
and lost, but not before
winning a sack full of change –
filling our pockets
and talking grand plans –
until soaked shoes
and a frustrated mother
sent us home early. But what
I’ll never forget is my brother’s grin
across the back seat
of the car. It’s the same grin
he wears now whenever he does
something he shouldn’t, but
still wins, which is most
of the time.
