Sails

I viewed in my presence My hand on my forehead And sighting the liners Of mad merchant seamen In search of the living Or the spices of China Lucy walked gently Between the damp barrels And shut out my eyes With the width of her fingers Said she쨈d guessed the number Of bales in the back room While the seagulls were screaming Lucy was eating Then we hauled up our colors The way the mother had told us And together we just watched the sails Lucy I said In a passage of cotton kegs Can we hold hands I쨈m sure that it쨈s warmer Then the gulls ate the crumbs Of Lucy쨈s sandwich