'On the Way to Paris' by Farah Chamma

'On the Way to Paris

Many people have tan lines
in the South―

The train barely stops
and the seat rubs against―skin―
You want to hear
that certain moan again,
but you are sad
and restless
and things keep passing
before your eyes
like trees in windows.

The sun shines bright
in the South,
especially in July,
but you are sad
and restless
and your train
is heading North.'

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