Oliverbose

The Call of Tall Buildings

From time to time, I look for asylum
from tractor-furrowed fields
and gnarly hedgerows
in a dose of something cosmopolitan.
I’m a country Londoner,
dividing down the middle,
equally at home in the reedbeds
and Fitzroy Square,
but not for long in one without the other:
a vegetarian with a love of veal
a carnivore with a penchant for brown rice.

I’ve half a mind to move to the other place.