Author Jonathan Chaves Where can we buy wine? We ask at the gates of the harbor; in neighboring boats, flickering lamps at dusk and conversation. Today I begin to sense how far I've come from my home town: here, at this village outside the walls of the city of Tan-yang. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments