It's called Sloops in the Bay.
The sloops in the bay are talking in a little bottle
language.
Their laughter is the most difficult number in the book.
A sweeping, a rolling like the bilious voyage of sleep.
They are starting to burn, like the yellow leaves
at the bottom of a dream.
They can't sleep now.
It would be quite impossible, whispering
like a garden of secrets.