kwangtung

 kwangtung

kwangtung me a house with a gate to a beach 

pebble me in driftwood along a bank of tall tales

of shells and of anchor chains and spume ridden passes

seven seas of boats drawn up hidden in grasses

kwangtung me a river slow to rise fishes

and cows standing in buttercup meadows

with flies taking the sunlight up down into places

where overhanging is a pleasant presence so deep

then lay me a moon a shimmering long

with reeds nodding to bats off hunting my sleep

and settle me down with a thought of a melody

to sing kwangtung home again home again please