A trawler hits a reef, gives back the fish;
the salts swim to the safety of a beach,
and lunch on coconuts, bananas, figs.
When night drops in for supper they light fires,
cook a hog who’d ran into a hole they’d dug --
and out of luck.
They sleep and dream of cucumbers, grapes,
and other crap they’ll have to go without.
Then dawn shows up and with her: a rescue ship;
they hide like mice behind a bunch of palms;
the mermaids in the pool nearby are ripe --