The Bayman
Saturday, February 24th, 2007 The Bayman
In lawless times he roved Jamaica Bay. From brackish coves he lunged, a Dutch corsair. Rigging lacy, sails all crazy-quilted, crew amazed with gin. His black flag snapped and peaceful craft took white-waked flight.
In mother’s desk I found a yellowed card, a photo of his lair — his cottage, really. The family […]
