End Courts

Little places have such an effect on me as End courts.
It was once a beacon of home, a place to return to from Scandinavian solitude.

I never liked it, but there was one part that was. 
End courts is like the strong nuclear force, surrounded by a coulomb barrier.
With only a tiny core, that strongly attracts. 
As it is just a speck in the size of it all.

And O Irony, 35 Km of A50 along, and hell, even the dimensions match.
I am not neutral yet, I am charged...
End courts will probably be ambiguous for a long time.
Guess where I will not move to...

Lest stay out of trouble, U-town will probably be home. (Or Paris)