against a sunset!
i hoist my Nikon out.
no filter needed.
ah that’s picturesque isn’t it?
your boats lie moored for day-trippers like me.
but to you it is
the end of another slog.
the sea is a tight-fisted
only fingerlings slipped out,
on your deck.
once you were a bustling fishing village.
now you’re just another tourist trap.