Photography & Poetry / Sheephead

Sheephead

Men without boats tend lines
near the end of the jetty.

They are baited with a sweet scented dough
that they drag near the rocks
to tantalize Sheephead.

One after another fiberglass yachts
exit the harbor.

They are loaded with girls in bikinis
and potbellied men asking for drinks.

Their wakes slap the jetty
and the oil from their motors
drifts in wide slurries

covering the lines
the fishermen tend.