phones are ringing, cars are honking, kids are screaming, dudes are burping,
clocks are striking, planes are droning, doors are creaking, pairs are moaning,
heels are stamping, tyres are squealing, squibs are cracking, crowds are cheering,
buzzing, rattling, clanking, screeching, banging, booming in the city...
give me mufflers, castle walls, or take me where a brooklet purls,
where a lark is singing songs at the break of glowing dawns,
where the wind is rustling leaves over you asleep in peace,
where a humble hut in wood is your home for all and good.
there I'll write my best of verse, alone and feeling no remorse
over dropping what is seeming comforts of my urban living.