Status Threat by Peter Crowley

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

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