She Tells Him She Misses Vienna
But name the things it gave you that you miss.
Depressions? Headaches? Now and then a kiss
from uptight Austrian men with claws like eagles?
Recall the glares from women dressed like regals.
You hated that, but still you miss that place.
Its Habsburg grandeur and its baroque grace.
Its old-style European feel. I hear,
despite the boredom of the cud, a steer
will pine the fence that holds its freedom penned.
Nostalgia is a captivating friend.