voices carry a boat
of little sailors
to the center of the small town
which is happy to see them
and they are glad
to be in from the sea
after a night of singing
and dancing
the town closes up
like a little music box
and quietly they sleep
all but the captain
who is pretending to play
simon says with his shadow
soon the men will be fighting
another war, somewhere
sleep is just a useless commodity
one can trade eight hours
for a good sea lion
or a waterfowl
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