Never been, but I know of the place,
hasn’t yet aged with taste,
A friend of mine went to uni there
and there’s lots of jobs, or so I hear.
…Yes that’s all that will bring you here
most born here soon flee the nest
and the rest…
held home by something
one can’t quite place a finger on
but eventually, resigned to see it through
they look beyond
and then they find
little deposits of culture
hidden among the degrees
and carefully planted trees
like moss, gradually peeking
through cracks in weathered rocks.
A patch of blue between thick clouds
and when you sat down to write a plea for pity
you found yourself writing a love poem to your city.