Country Mouse/Town Mouse

From a prompt by Scribbling Sunday.

The country stars, so brilliant at night
are dim, because familiar, in his eyes.
He craves a scene where neon towers rise
against a lurid veil of sodium light.
And she? She dreams of fields spreading green
and silver rivers winding soft and slow
through quiet countryside. She doesn't know
how any city dweller stays serene.

They may meet on the road, and compare notes,
agree one always hates the devil one
knows best. Or else, like silent-running boats
pass, separated by the median
each seeking novelty, if not improvement:
it's not that one is better, they want movement.