Marina A folly of pleasure boatscrams the marina,sterns to the ocean,bows facing the shoreas if to say, “we’re here,we’ve arrived”. They are a motley crew:plucky tug boats straight out of a children’s story book;sleek, testosterone –fueled speedstersutilitarian skiffs,large, white, tiered confectionsin which ruddy-faced menwearing navy blue blazerswith gold anchors on the lapelsdrink gin and tonics […]
Marina
Ishaya Zephaniah 