The question of naming it

Why not this city
with its seven bridges
and its bricked-in buddleias
nodding from crevices, and its
raucous colonies of visiting
seabirds? Why not, on this
street that leads to the sea,
in this dusty bar of new friends
and free talk, respond to the man
who’s sure of his homeland
with, Why not? I have no other.

Lizzie Whyman