Thursday, May 24, 2018

Marina del Rey


They are pretty, aren't they?
These boats bobbing in
their own reflections.
Neglected by the one percent
       waiting
                   waiting
To be boarded.

They are admired, aren't they?
For their flawless hulls and
polished brass
Lines touching with tension
      waiting
                   waiting
To be untethered.





















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