Fishing Boats - Poem by Gert Strydom
In the late afternoon
fishing boats come out of the waves
and like ministers
tiller men stand behind white pulpits.
over the last waves to the quay
and are drawn with cables
before pickups and cars
drive into the parking lot
There are red roman, snook
and fresh fish are everywhere in the boats.
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