Plasticized card says:
you belong  

Blonde beaches, Irish bars,
gray skied smokestacks

shivering winters, damp springs,
melted sunrises, purring air

—
People among you walk
with folded lanterns, 

loud saris, pulsating fiesta 
sound waves, cloaked in hijab,

mangling holy French,
reeking of curry and cologne

—
Drooping Frankish eyes lament –

Things are now different