Fishing Boats Poem by Gert Strydom

Fishing Boats



In the late afternoon
fishing boats come out of the waves
and like ministers
tiller men stand behind white pulpits.

Boats jump
over the last waves to the quay
and are drawn with cables
onto trailers,

before pickups and cars
drive into the parking lot
pulling motorboats.

There are red roman, snook
and cod
and fresh fish are everywhere in the boats.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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