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