here long

calloused fingers, embery arm
walking long for walking's sake
for a long long long time
sips the well bone dry
broken keys, broken locks
everything's calm here, very calm
singing the words along to myself
shutting up for passers by

walled in now like a mission
here are some things that I own
sunshiny days, cricketish nights
a match burning out in a glass
here's that long season again
here here, here's to it
the rain, the rain's all gone gone gone
here comes Mr Sun, setting light to the past

here's my address, Quyen
put it in a long poem