Salman Rushdie

Let me tell you, boyo, bach: I love this place,
where green hills shelter me from fear,
jet fighters dance like dragonflies
mating over unsteady, unafraid lambs,
and in the pub a divorcée, made needy
by the Spring, talks rugby and holidays
with my protectors, drinks, and grows
more lovely with each…

Interview: Salman Rushdie
On the Road to Timișoara